Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this time, important figures arrived at Imperial Dao Mountain every day.
The prodigies of the Northern Border had gathered here as well.
Although the various factions were all situated within the Northern Border, they still fought over benefits, and quite a few were mortal enemies.
Fortunately, King Zhenbei's Mansion was powerful enough and confident it could suppress everything. Otherwise, it would not have dared gather all these factions together.
Conflict was unavoidable, but it was restricted to sparring among the younger generation.
Luo Chen had not been disturbed during these past half a month.
For one thing, as someone in the top ten of the Latent Dragon Ranking, ordinary geniuses were not qualified to challenge him.
For another, there was that simpleton Zhou Hui. Ever since their spar that day, he came looking for Luo Chen every few days.
Over time, the two could be considered strangers who had come to know one another through fighting.
In Luo Chen's eyes, Zhou Hui perfectly fit his stereotype of a big dumb brute. He was single-minded by nature, but he did not harbor any bad intentions.
All he could say was, as expected of someone who practiced Body Refinement.
Only someone with such a temperament could persevere, day after day, tormenting and tempering his own physique.
As time passed.
Information from Imperial Dao Mountain inevitably leaked out.
Luo Chen was startled when he learned of it.
"Imperial Dao Mountain is indeed forging an unparalleled divine weapon."
"It is also the imperial artifact King Zhenbei has prepared for his ascension to the throne!"
Zhou Hui scratched his head and spoke.
As a first-rate faction of the Northern Border, Pulse-Sealing Mountain had been specially summoned by King Zhenbei to witness this grand age.