[Lan Yue: Time for my daily gossip. Before I dig in, I have to complain again. How can the Heart-Questioning Bridge competition take this long? Why would someone stay on the bridge for three whole days? What on earth was he dreaming about?]
Lan Yue came to the Heart-Questioning Bridge again with her teapot on her back and sighed inwardly.
If one person took three days, with so many people here, when would they ever get to the final competition?
Yet Lan Yue failed to notice that after she sat beside the Heart-Questioning Bridge and started complaining, the cultivator taking the trial, who was immersed in an illusion, seemed to hear something. His ears twitched, and before long, he opened his eyes and looked around blankly.
The elders from this disciple's sect all breathed sighs of relief.
[Lan Yue: For today's gossip, I want some dirt on the North Ridge Sacred Ground. But why hasn't he shown up yet? What exactly has he gone off to do?]
[The North Ridge Sacred Ground's disciples and Elder Wan have been at the Southern Spirit Sect for so long. Does no one back in North Ridge know that the Sacred Son's biological daughter is still alive?]
[Logically, the Sacred Son should have charged over with his axe on his back the moment he heard the news. If he still hasn't reacted, could he have run into trouble? What kind of trouble could trap this fierce Sacred Son?]
The moment her inner voice rang out, everyone from the North Ridge Sacred Ground nearby was stunned.
What? The Sacred Son's biological daughter was still alive? Over the past hundred years, the Sacred Son had never given up searching. Whenever there was news, he would rush over like some hapless sucker, then silently return to the