The corner of Ye Tian's mouth curled upward. As though something had occurred to him, he immediately hopped down from his rocking chair.
Although he was only five, he already had the build of a six- or seven-year-old. His eyes sparkled brilliantly, his features were exquisitely delicate, and his little face was so fair and soft that anyone who saw it would want to give it a pinch.
He took the envelope into his hands, apparently intending to examine it closely and mull it over.
This was the Dao Realm's supreme celebration, held only once every thousand years.
Many Immortal Forces would send their younger generations to compete in their understanding of Daoist Arts and a host of innate abilities.
Of course, without exception, all these Immortal Forces belonged to the Dao Realm.
They included the Evergreen Daoist Sect, the Great White Daoist Sect, the Cloud Immortal Daoist Sect, and numerous other sects and schools.
The previous champion had been a young prodigy from the Evergreen Daoist Sect.
The ultimate victor would receive a mystery grand prize of extraordinary quality—surely some legendary divine pill or miraculous medicine.
After all, this was the Dao Realm's grand celebration. Its ultimate prize certainly could not be anything shabby.
If they merely offered something perfunctory, they would hand the Buddha Realm a laughingstock, and it would gladly laugh at them for two and a half years.
As for me... perhaps I could use this opportunity to go out and have some fun under the pretext of competing. While I'm at it, I could win the mystery grand prize as a birthday present for Father. That would show my filial devotion, too.
As Ye Tian was thinking this, he suddenly noticed another short line on the invitation.
The lettering was rather small, so his maid