Yu Yi of the Winged Race could no longer watch from the sidelines. Her companions had gotten so caught up in chatting that they had forgotten their purpose, so she had to bring it up herself.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang Yun, what do you think about the upcoming trial inside the city?"
Reminded of their purpose, Mo Xian'er hurriedly set down her wine cup. Seated on a white jade chair, she swung her feet restlessly. A string of silver bells hung around one pale, smooth ankle, ringing with clear chimes.
"That's right, Fellow Daoist Jiang. You may not know this, having only just arrived, but the Human Race First City hasn't opened to let trial-takers through for more than five years!"
Jiang Yun looked surprised. "More than five years already? I vaguely heard that the opening had been postponed several times, by half a year each time!"
Had the Human Race First Pass remained closed for so long entirely because of Di Tian?
Mo Xian'er, seated in the place of honor, could not help sighing.
"Yes, it's been over five years. An elder of my clan once said this era was so glorious it was as though the Mythological Era had descended upon us. Even physiques once found only in conjecture and speculation have appeared.
"Yet the pass hasn't opened in over five years, and nearly two thousand Human Race cultivators have gathered before the Emperor's Path. Such a sight hasn't been seen in over a hundred thousand years!"
Had she been born in the past, her bloodline might have earned her the title of princess of the Light Race.
But this Lifetime was different. A son of an Ancient Emperor of the Light Race had emerged several thousand years ago and left behind descendants.
No matter how outstanding her talent,