Yu Yuanzhen remained silent. Naturally, he understood Ning Fengzhi's words, but he had always been rigid and stubborn, so he still could not accept them just yet.
Seeing this, there was little point in saying anything more. After all, everything that needed saying had already been said.
A month later, representatives of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, two of the Upper Three Sects, along with the Rouge Pavilion, were already waiting on the training grounds in front of the Papal Palace.
The training grounds in front of the Papal Palace were only the size of a few basketball courts. Special stone slabs paved the square plaza. Upon close inspection, a faint, lustrous glow could be seen on their surfaces. Although they were not actual jade, they were certainly far beyond ordinary stone.
A row of gilded chairs stood at the front of the training grounds, while rows of white jade chairs lined the left and right sides. Quite a few people had already taken their seats on the left.
The first two seats on the left were occupied by Ning Fengzhi, master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin. Farther down sat Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, followed at the very end by the Rouge Pavilion's representatives: Xue Peng, Chen Chuan, and Situ Kuang.
Around the outer edges were smaller and medium-sized sects qualified to watch or compete-in short, the peanut gallery.
Dozens of sect disciples stood behind each group, though on the Rouge Pavilion's side, there were only a few young women dressed as dazzlingly as flowers.
The delicate fragrance drifting from these young women was enough to steal a man's soul, not to mention their lovely faces and the temptation