Yang Lingshu stared at the line of writing for a long time.
Seeing this, Lü Fangxuan craned his neck to look. When he saw Yang Lingqing's final instruction, a puzzled look also appeared between his brows.
After a long while, Yang Lingshu folded the letter.
"Fangxuan, what do you think Patriarch meant by this letter?"
"Young master, the patriarch's thoughts are as deep as the sea. I naturally cannot see through them."
Lü Fangxuan pursed his lips. "However, in my humble opinion, perhaps after returning home, you will need to meet some important guest? That is why you need to tidy up your appearance."
"Mm, that makes sense. Otherwise, Patriarch should have mentioned it when I entered the Dao."
Yang Lingshu nodded, committing the matter to memory before putting away the letter.
"Has the date for the Two Sects Grand Competition been set?" he asked.
Having a cultivation companion was good in this regard. Yang Lingshu only needed to remain on the peak and cultivate in peace, without having to deal with the many visits and miscellaneous matters.
Lü Fangxuan first had to sort through and filter all those matters at the foot of the mountain, then bring up the genuinely useful information to report.
"Young Master, the sect has already decided on it. It will be one month from now."
"One month."
Yang Lingshu murmured it once, then silently calculated in his heart.
Once one climbed the mountain and entered a sect, this competition was something one could not avoid.
Both Myriad Transformation Sect and Daoyuan Mountain opened their gates to accept disciples once every ten years.
The once-a-decade Two Sects Grand Competition was an old tradition that had continued for nearly a century.
The two sects could use it to inspect their disciples' cultivation progress, discover juniors worth