Inside the Spirit Herb Garden, upon hearing this news, the disciples began boarding the sect's spirit ships one after another, setting off for the sect's sacred grounds.
These outer disciples rarely had the chance to visit the inner sect unless they had some other important business.
After all, the Spirit Herb Garden lay in a remote location, was not valued by the Spirit Mist Sect, and stood extremely far from the Main Peak at the mountain gate.
The vast fleet of spirit ships traveled for over half a day before barely reaching the outskirts of the Main Peak.
Qin Ming found a quiet place and closed his eyes to rest. He had little interest in the conflict between the three sects, though it would be best if the Hanguang Cave Mountains fell into the hands of the Spirit Mist Sect.
Should he need to return to the Hanguang Cave Mountains in the future, it would make things more convenient for him.
The fellow disciples from the Spirit Herb Garden traveling with him, however, were all brimming with excitement, discussing the Combat Tournament that could change their destinies.
To enter a Great Body Integration Sect such as the Spirit Mist Sect, even as an outer disciple, meant their cultivation talent was one in ten thousand.
It was impossible for them not to possess a measure of pride.
Some ambitious individuals who had endured in silence and cultivated bitterly had been secretly building up their strength in the Spirit Herb Garden, waiting for an opportunity to stun the world with a single feat.
Qin Ming released his divine sense and casually swept it across the sect's spirit ships. He even discovered several disciples who did not belong to the inner sect.
Some had even secretly concealed their strength and were superior to