After drawing lots, the competitions weren't urgent, scheduled for the next day, still to be held at Little Spirit Peak's plaza.
Everyone left Lingyun Hall, once again gathering in small groups. Zhong Heng approached Yun Qingyue, his face full of gloom: "Senior Sister, who did you draw as your opponent? I ended up with Buddha Sect's Tan Zhi, who's reportedly very formidable. eting such a strong opponent in the first round is truly unfortunate. I don't know if I can win—if I lose, I'll have to compete in the second round."
Yun Qingyue maintained her usual calm expression. As her gaze swept across the crowd, she unexpectedly t You Yi's eyes. He must have already identified his opponent, for he smiled slightly and bowed with clasped hands, appearing quite courteous.
Zhong Heng followed her gaze and, seeing You Yi's gesture, gave a light snort: "Putting on airs."
Yun Qingyue withdrew her gaze and replied: "He is my opponent."
Zhong Heng was montarily stunned, then looked back, but You Yi had already turned away to speak with his fellow disciples. He clicked his tongue, and though he disdained Tiandao Sect's pretentiousness, he had to acknowledge that as the second-ranked figure among Tiandao Sect's younger generation, You Yi's cultivation was indeed profound. Rumor had it that he had advanced to Nascent Soul ten years ago, while Senior Sister had only reached Nascent Soul a month ago—how could they compare?!
Though worried inside, the second disciple didn't show it on his face. After so thought, he inford Yun Qingyue: "I've heard that You Yi just turned fifty this year, possesses a mutated wind spiritual root, and has been at Nascent Soul for ten years, so his cultivation must be quite profound. His magical treasure is a folding fan called the 'Mountain River Fan,' but few have witnessed him in action, so no one knows what secrets that fan holds..."
Unlike Yun Qingyue, who had remained in the sect for years, Zhong Heng had spent much ti traveling outside, giving him more information sources. Having heard so news about You Yi, he now shared it with his Senior Sister.
Yun Qingyue listened attentively and thanked him, but her expression remained unchanged—true, You Yi had advanced to Nascent Soul ten years earlier, but at the Nascent Soul realm, further breakthroughs didn't happen overnight. In ten years, even a sect prodigy would struggle to advance from early-stage to mid-stage Nascent Soul. Even if he had advanced, it was only a minor realm difference; she still had a fighting chance.
As the two walked a few more steps, Zhong Heng suddenly stopped and exclaid "Eh?
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