With people on the inside fanning the flames, news of the fight against Lin Shisan spread faster than a hurricane.
In less than half a day, the entire Danyang Sect knew that Gu Feiyu was going to challenge Lin Shisan.
By early the next morning, the Martial Arts Arena below Cold Moon Peak was already surrounded by disciples from every peak who had come to watch the excitement.
A dark sea of heads stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to its halfway point.
Cold Moon Peak had never been so lively.
In particular, people from the four great lineages who were at odds with Cold Moon Peak and Feng Xian'er had all arrived early.
Challenging Cold Moon Peak's Lin Shisan in Cold Moon Peak's own Martial Arts Arena—could anything be more explosive? Could anything feel more satisfying?
There were people from Azure Cloud Peak, Sunset Glow Peak, Heavenly Sword Peak, Purple Firmament Peak, Soaring Sky Peak, and Cold Moon Peak itself.
Even some inner sect disciples and core disciples who usually kept to themselves had come out to join the excitement.
Cultivation knew no passage of years, and time was the one thing they never lacked. They were bored enough to watch ants climb trees; watching a spectacle would always be their favorite pastime.
"He's here, he's here..."
A considerable stir suddenly swept through the crowd.
Everyone's gaze swung toward the mountain path to the east.
Gu Feiyu glided gracefully through the air, his feet never touching the ground, putting on more of a show than a star.
Today, he wore a yellow brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, a purple-gold crown on his head, and cloud-patterned boots on his feet.
His long hair fell over his shoulders, his features were handsome, and a