The sun had already set but the red glow of dusk remained. The cultivators beneath the Golden stage still didn’t leave. This was a strange scene - did they not leave because of Long Qingyang’s beautiful face or to see if a fight would continue?

Even the older cultivators remained interested.

He was simply too beautiful, especially his moon-like eyes with a pair of bright, crystal pupils. His body was soaking wet but he didn’t look pitiful at all. This only added to his charm.

No man could be this perfect.

The Fifth Disciple of the Grand Tutor, Daoist Ling Luan, took out a red badge then handed it to Feiyun: “You have passed the first round. This is the badge of a prince candidate, a certificate to fight in the first round. Take care of it.”

This powerful...