Deep in the mist-shrouded Qingcheng Mountain, a simple sect stands quietly on the edge of the cliff. As the morning dawned, the melodious bells echoed across the valley.
"The annual competition begins now!"
Following the order from the elder referee, the Xuantian Sect's martial arts arena suddenly erupted in excitement. Dozens of disciples in white practice uniforms lined up on both sides, all focusing on the two figures in the center of the field.
"Elder brother, please give me some advice." Yun Yi clasped his fists and saluted, his eyes shining with confidence. He has a slender figure and sword-like eyebrows. Although he is only eighteen years old, he already has the air of a master.
The sturdy young man on the opposite side snorted: "Junior brother, you are the latest to get started, and it is not easy to reach the finals. Senior brother advises you to surrender voluntarily to avoid injury."
