What a Coincidence

The man who came over to greet them was Song Zijing, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's master Qin Guan's eldest disciple. They were all in the top ten of the Prodigies Ranking, so they were naturally old acquaintances. After speaking, he bowed respectfully to Wen Xu.

"True Lord Song, there's no need to be so formal."

Song Zijing was also a Nascent Soul cultivator. He spoke with such elegance that listening to him felt like a clear breeze brushing one's face. Of course, he had also come over to introduce Xin Ci to everyone.

By seniority, he had to call Xin Ci his junior martial aunt. The same went for Zhi Lianshan and Zheng Jin.

Xin Ci was delicately beautiful and rather reserved, so she was hardly one for effusive greetings. After they exchanged a few pleasantries, Song Zijing left with her.

"Lately, I've felt my seniority slipping terribly. I thought that once I reached Nascent Soul, everyone would have to call me True Lord. Who knew?" Zheng Jin shook his head in feigned regret. "My master just didn't work hard enough."

Wen Xu: ...

"Speaking of which, where did this junior martial aunt Xin Ci come from? Didn't the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's former master say ages ago that he wouldn't take any more disciples?"

Zhi Lianshan had only just emerged from seclusion, so he didn't know either. "Perhaps it was a chance encounter."

"...I don't get it. I can't shake the feeling there's more to it." Zheng Jin leaned against a stone pillar by the hall doors as though he had no bones. "I hope I'm imagining things."

The Five Sects Assembly began. Disciples from every sect rolled up their sleeves, eager to show what they could do. The winners of the preliminary arena matches at the foot of the