Wansheng glanced at it briefly, then hurriedly went to set up the tournament ring, after all, time was running out.
Sunrise and sunset, three days passed swiftly.
On this morning, the sect's square was crowded with cultivators.
Apart from those in seclusion, traveling, or bearing responsibilities, all other disciples had gathered.
Since they arrived early, the only two elders of the sect had not shown themselves yet.
Soon, the atmosphere grew noisy.
"Who do you think will claim victory in this great competition? Take the top spot?!" a certain disciple asked curiously.
"Who knows? The sect has developed so rapidly over the years, maybe someone has progressed significantly beyond our previous impressions of them."
"I feel that those six true disciples will surely achieve success. A hundred years of cultivation is not in vain."
