“Oh, yeah. Master-Ancestor told me.” Fang Cheng helplessly nodded. “At first, I pretended that you didn’t tell me, Junior Brother, and I acted like I didn’t know… In the end… Forget about it, Junior Brother, you agree, right? That I can join?”

Below, everyone’s hearts suffocated fiercely, yet they had no words to say.

“If it was someone else… I still might’ve been able to say something…” An old man patted the shoulder of the young cultivator he’d come with. “Let’s head back, alright? The ten places have already been set. We’ll find another chance in the future.”

“A Core Formation master’s disciple… A legion with two Core Formation disciples…” 

“Are the ten places finished being determined just like that?”

“Hehe, that’s a Core Formation master’s disciple. Are you going to pull him down?”

“Allow me to speak the truth. In fact, we’ve already competed more or less. Those who should’ve gone up have and the remainder… Let me be blunt, but young fellow of our Yan Clan, do you even have the nerve to go on stage?

Zhao Wuye’s heart thrashed in pain. This was how humans were; worried about their own personal gains and losses. When there were many people, he dared not go. He was scared he would lose face, respect, and honor. However, no one had expected that the final spot would unexpectedly be filled in by Commander Xu’s senior apprentice-brother!

At this instant, Zhao Wuye understood what he had missed. But in the...