The carriage sped along until it finally stopped before an enormous canyon.
As soon as Yang Chang'an and the others stepped out, they looked up to see sheer rock walls on either side of the canyon, as though hewn by blades and axes.
At the canyon entrance, a massive stone gate stood closed, its surface carved with two bold, powerful characters: Purple Glory.
This was the Purple Glory Training Camp, where Spirit Hall trained its gifted disciples.
While everyone was surveying the magnificent structure, two streaks of light suddenly shot out from deep within the canyon.
One black, one white, they moved too quickly for anyone to trace their paths. In the blink of an eye, two figures appeared before them.
The man on the left seemed almost completely merged with the surrounding shadows. Though he stood right before them, he felt as insubstantial as air, without the slightest trace of soul power, like a ghost wandering between heaven and earth.
The man on the right wore immaculate white robes. His face was extraordinarily, almost unnaturally beautiful, and a faint floral fragrance accompanied his every movement.
At the sight of the two men, Yang Chang'an's pupils contracted slightly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan!
Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei!
Two Titled Douluo elders of such high standing in the Elder Hall had actually been sent to guard the gate?!
When Yang Chang'an's gaze landed on Yue Guan, a smile curled involuntarily at the corners of his mouth.
Yue Guan, too, visibly froze when he saw the composed Yang Chang'an standing at the head of the group.
How long had it been since we last met? This brat Yang Chang'an could already follow behind Azure Luan Douluo and Light Feather Douluo as the leader of this batch of Worship Hall talents?
Delighted surprise welled