Someone passed Jing Jiu and walked forward.
The lines of that man's body were hard and angular, as if hewn with blades and axes, giving an impression of indestructibility, as though he had been forged from refined steel. His presence was imposing.
Jing Jiu knew he was Bai Qianjun.
He was White True Person's distant nephew and had always cultivated in a secluded valley on Yunmeng Mountain.
Like Zhuo Rusui, who had secluded himself atop Heavenly Light Peak, he carried his sect's high hopes.
But while Zhuo Rusui's seclusion of over twenty years was known throughout the world, few people even knew of his existence. He was more mysterious and kept a lower profile.
Judging by him today, Bai Qianjun's aura was powerful, even faintly surpassing Luo Huainan's back then. He had probably formed his Nascent Soul.
Next, Xiang Wanshu, Tong Yan, Bai Zao, and several other names were formed in turn by the flocks of birds on the cliff face.
Including Bai Qianjun, who had gone ahead, there were actually seven Zhongzhou Sect disciples walking to the valley entrance.
The sight inevitably stirred some discussion among the cultivators, but this was Yunmeng Mountain, after all, and the Immortal Register had been provided by the Zhongzhou Sect, so no one said too much. Besides, even if the Zhongzhou Sect placed no limit on the number of participants in the Dao-Seeking Assembly, the other sects could not produce so many gifted disciples.
Of course, that did not include the Green Mountain Sect.
Guo Nanshan, Gu Han, Jian Ruyun, and the others stayed where they were, while Zhuo Rusui walked toward the valley entrance.
His eyelids drooped and his arms were folded. He looked as though he had not slept well, and the chill radiating from him warned strangers to keep their