The voice was loud, a full-throated shout that immediately drew a great many people's attention.
The speaker was none other than one of the spectators who had witnessed Shi Yi storm through the trials outside the Heaven Mending Pavilion's gates and gain admission.
He had attempted the trials himself, only to fail. Depressed, he had sat down to meditate and entered the Void God Realm to try his luck, hoping to find some opportunity.
Who could have imagined that the moment he reached the Land of Origin and stepped off the great bluestone, he would see a familiar figure standing in the distance, chatting freely with two old men?
A black-and-white yin-yang Daoist robe, a human-faced taiji mask, a youth's height-everything matched the Xuan Yi in his memory. Overcome with excitement, he had shouted outright.
Shi Yi paused slightly at the sound. He had been recognized.
Lord Bird and Lord Essence Coin, however, were completely at sea. Who the hell was Xuan Yi of the Mystic Domain? Judging by the speaker's gaze, he seemed to be calling out to the youth before them, who had just exposed their tricks.
"Where did this greenhorn come from, shouting his head off here?" someone scolded.
"He's even wearing animal hides. Obviously some savage from a tribe tucked away in a mountain gully."
The surrounding cultivators were displeased with the reckless youth's sudden shout and mocked him.
Facing their ridicule, the youth in animal hides flushed slightly. He did indeed come from an extremely remote tribe.
"Don't any of you know about Xuan Yi of the Mystic Domain?"
"What Xuan Yi of the Mystic Domain? Never heard of him." A middle-aged man sneered and shook his head.
The youth in animal hides immediately recounted everything that had happened before the Heaven Mending Pavilion's