Could this man have seen me before and recognized who I am?
Cang Lan wondered inwardly, but however he racked his brains, he could not recognize the white-robed cultivator before him!
The red sun hung high, and noon gradually approached.
More and more spectators arrived at the summit. A rough count put them at twenty or thirty, an eighth or ninth of the total gathered below.
Sure enough, among the cultivators who had traveled a thousand miles to watch, quite a few possessed extraordinary strength.
Of course, White Cloud Temple deliberately going easy on them had played a part as well.
By Liu Yu's standards, the cultivators testing their qualifications still fell some way short of "elite cultivators."
Anyone somewhat stronger than an ordinary cultivator had a chance to defeat them and qualify, so the current number was hardly surprising.
As the twenty or thirty spectators waited in silence, noon arrived.
The Golden Core cultivators on True Person Changfeng's side kept looking toward the horizon, seemingly growing impatient.
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the summit froze!
Powerful spirit pressure, as vast as an abyss or an ocean, descended out of nowhere. Every Foundation Establishment cultivator's heart sank beneath its crushing weight!
He's here.
Liu Yu thought to himself.
At some unknown moment, a figure had appeared before the Golden Core True Persons from White Cloud Temple.
His hair and beard were white, and he wore a gray Daoist robe. Every movement carried the air of an immortal, with the bearing of a sage.
True Person Qingwei!
Liu Yu's thoughts stirred. The two True Persons' spirit pressure seemed much alike; their cultivation should be roughly equal, shouldn't it?
How they truly compared would only become clear after they fought. These were merely his superficial impressions.
While he pondered, the two sides