Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Piaomiao Peak was a sea of people. Countless Registered Disciples and servant disciples packed the entire mountain.
Today, Jin Ming wore a brand-new white uniform of a Registered Disciple. His eyes were exceptionally bright, and he stood ramrod straight, staring ahead as if he had just performed a ritual of bathing and burning incense.
The group from Luocheng Ancient Country looked on in surprise. They had never seen Jin Ming so serious before. Even when he had first entered the Celestial Profound Sect, Jin Ming had been wearing tattered clothes, looking lazy and completely nonchalant.
Guo Jie stood in the crowd, her gaze fixed on the dashing, white-robed man standing tall in the center. Beside her stood another man of peerless good looks—Ying Tian.
Ying Tian murmured, "I imagine, with Yu's cultivation, it wouldn't be difficult for him to defeat Wen Qingye if he weren't suppressed by the Four Extremes Ten Thousand Life Array."
