Half a month later.
Moon Perching Pavilion.
"In the past five contests, our Seventh Peak placed first twice, second twice, and third once."
Eldest Senior Sister Jiang Zhi opened a booklet detailing the Seventh Peak's results in the Seven Peaks Grand Competition over the past half month and laid it on the stone table.
"In the past, these results would have been enough for us to celebrate for three days and nights."
Zhao Linglong sighed, her chin propped on her hand.
Based on the results of these five contests alone, their Seventh Peak would place either second or third. Last time, they had needed Second Senior Brother to fight a bloody battle just to secure sixth place; they would never have dared imagine this.
"Yes, we wouldn't even have dared dream of results like these in the last Seven Peaks Grand Competition. But this time, our goal is to become Chief of the Seven Peaks..."
Jiang Zhi frowned.
Their Peak Lord was imprisoned. If they could not claim the title of Chief in the Seven Peaks Grand Competition, the Seventh Peak would very likely be reclaimed by the Sect Master.
And as Peak Lord Zhao Qian's disciples, their ultimate fate was easy to imagine.
"Those two earlier contests were our fault. If we hadn't held Junior Brother Taiping back, our peak would already have secured the title of Chief ahead of time."
Eighth Brother Wu Liang looked deeply ashamed.
Of the previous five contests, the two first-place finishes had been entirely thanks to Xu Taiping.
Especially in the first contest-after its third round, the other peaks, including the First Peak, had barely obtained any more Clam Pearls.
The three contests afterward in which they failed to place first had mostly required several people to work together. However well Xu Taiping