Qingyun Sect, outer sect competition, martial arts field.
The square paved with bluestones was filled with people and spiritual energy. Disciples from all peaks gathered together, with excitement and nervousness written all over their young faces. Figures moved and flashed on the stage. The shadows of swords, palms, and talismans collided to create a brilliant and dangerous brilliance. The cheers, exclamations, and the chiming of gold and iron, mixed with the occasional comments from the elders on the high platform, merged into a searing wave of air that almost curled the needles of the old pine trees at the edge of the square.
Lin Xuan was on the edge of this boiling scene.
