By then, Gu Mingyuan had followed the steps through the stands to the Myriad Manifestations Sect's seats.
Lin Yan, who had been keeping an eye on the entrance, spotted Gu Mingyuan's disguised figure at once and was about to approach and ask who he was.
Gu Mingyuan transmitted his voice. "Lin Yan, it's me."
Lin Yan immediately understood. He hurried forward and lowered his head.
"Sect Master, you're back."
Hearing Lin Yan's form of address, Lu Li, who had been regulating his breathing with his eyes closed, immediately opened his eyes and stood straight.
Beside him, Wu Zhu, who had been inspecting a Soul Tool, immediately set down the metal component in his hands and rose to pay his respects as well.
The flurry of movement around the Myriad Manifestations Sect instantly drew sidelong glances from several nearby sects.
The Titled Douluo who had traded bone-jarring blows in the arena earlier and that Soul Engineer were now both bowing their heads to a young man whose cultivation was not apparent.
Many of the factions secretly observing the Myriad Manifestations Sect took careful note of their deference.
Just then, a member of the refereeing staff responsible for verifying the next round's youth division roster approached.
He glanced at Gu Mingyuan and handed over a thick, gold-leaf register and an ink-dipped quill, speaking in a businesslike tone.
"Myriad Manifestations Sect, please confirm your final entrant for the young disciples' matches and sign with your sect master's name."
Gu Mingyuan reached out and took the quill.
In the blank field on the register's final line, marked for the sect master and competing disciple, the nib flowed like drifting clouds and running water, writing three bold characters.
Wan Zhanghan.
Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit had already become a bubbling pot of chaos.
Yu