This gathering of Northern Border heavenly prides
had been in full swing for around ten days.
On the temporary training ground not far from Imperial Dao Mountain, the atmosphere was extraordinarily lively.
Though this was a contest among the younger generation,
these heavenly prides were all the future inheritors of their respective factions.
In a sense, it was also a contest of each faction's foundation and future.
Over the past few days, Luo Chen had watched with great interest,
repeatedly praising the spectacle as dazzling and varied.
Just as he had expected, no one came to challenge him.
Those his age were not as highly cultivated as he was!
Those at his level were several years older than him!
Challenging Luo Chen proved nothing if they won, while losing would utterly ruin their reputation and merely serve as a wedding dress for Luo Chen.
These heavenly prides understood that perfectly.
Aside from that fool Zhou Hui, who had come to challenge him after being egged on by a few words.
Luo Chen only later learned from Zhou Hui
that Zhou Hui had sought him out for a spar because Zhuge Xing had whispered a few words in his ear, stirring his interest.
The Zhuge Clan and Broken Pulse Mountain had a fairly good relationship.
Luo Chen was unsurprised to hear it.
Their relationship had already gradually worsened. Though neither of them was at fault, and the cause had not originated between them,
issues of position could often turn the smallest gap into a distance that sent two people farther and farther apart...
"I heard the Zhuge Clan's patriarch came this time as well."
Luo Chen stroked his chin.
He had investigated the Zhuge Clan before. After all, they were a potential enemy.
The Zhuge Clan was considered a first-rate aristocratic