"It's been seven years. I wonder whether Taiping looks any different now."
Dugu Qingxiao also sat down beside the stone table, his gaze brimming with anticipation as he looked at the Spirit Mirror on it.
Lin Buyu sat down with them as well.
She had put away the book in her hands and sat there quietly, watching the Spirit Mirror on the table in silence.
"Phew..."
Zhao Linglong suddenly let out a long breath, then smiled with deep feeling.
"Fourteen years ago, we were right here, worrying about whether Taiping could make it up the mountain. Who would have thought he'd now be in Youyun Heaven, standing on the Golden Scale Platform?"
At her words, the others recalled watching Xu Taiping take part in the Seven Peaks Selection fourteen years ago.
"So, win or lose, just standing on the Golden Scale Platform is something worth celebrating for Taiping."
Xu Ziyan smiled and gently patted Zhao Linglong on the shoulder.
"Mm."
Zhao Linglong's expression relaxed completely.
Just then, inside the Spirit Mirror, the White-Robed Attendant from Youyun Prefecture standing on the Golden Scale Platform finally finished reciting the lengthy rules of the match.
At the same time, the wall formed from Geng Metal sword qi once again divided the Golden Scale Platform in two.
With two whooshes, two figures streaked through the air and landed on opposite sides of the Golden Scale Platform.
But the view was from so high above that, even with the Spirit Mirror enlarged to seven or eight feet in diameter, they still could not make out the two contestants' features or builds.
"Second Senior Brother, a little closer."
Zhao Linglong urged Dugu Qingxiao beside her somewhat anxiously.
"I'll try."
Dugu Qingxiao nodded, then formed a hand seal, guiding the view in the bronze mirror closer to