An ethereal sigh suddenly echoed. Although it was soft and the battle was very loud, everyone in the crowd could hear it. The sigh sounded close yet far; no one could tell where it had come from.

At this moment, those with sharp eyes could see that in the sky not far away was a beautiful middle-aged woman in a blue palace dress. She had her hair coiled up and was affectionately holding the hand of an ordinary-looking girl. It was Elder Piao Wu and the girl she had just accepted as a disciple today.

Needless to say, the two of them must have come to register a peak for the girl. They didn’t expect to see such a fierce battle here. Normally, these kinds of things would be left to the senior disciples,...