Dong! Dong!

All of the Wind Pavilion members were gathered on the training grounds around the Wind Island’s mirror lake, the black sea of people fully covering the training grounds. At this current moment, everyone was looking with feverish eyes at a certain figure on the stage.

It was Zhou Yuan, who had finally emerged from his secluded cultivation.

“Everyone, today is the Heaven Flame Ritual, and it's finally time for us to see the fruits of our labors over the past few months.” Zhou Yuan’s gaze swept across the crowd, his voice akin to thunder.

“In the past, everyone said that our Wind Pavilion was last among the pavilions and that it was the dumping grounds of the four pavilions. But I do not feel this is true. I’ve seen how hard everyone has worked for the past few months. Our Wind Pavilion is not as weak as people say; we were merely limited by circumstance!

“I firmly believe that if our Wind Pavilion has the same benefits as the Fire Pavilion, we will not be inferior to any of the pavilions!”

Emotions flooded...