The second major competition will be held in three days.
"So how did you make it through the first round?"
Zhou Li and Tang Wan pulled at their hair, both identical in their puzzlement, "Did you pull some strings?"
"What strings would I pull? I'm just a spiritual cultivator, what strings am I supposed to pull?"
Sun Defeng chewed on a reed, laughing merrily, "As for how I advanced, you'll have to ask Lao Huang."
Lying flat on the bed, Huang Yiri muttered gloomily, "Get out."
"Hey, in a hurry again?"
Sun Defeng laughed like a chrysanthemum forcibly pollinated by bees, "Lose, just lose, what's the big deal?"
Sun Defeng's advancement was merely an accident.
While Sun Defeng was unknown in the cultivation world, Huang Yiri was quite famous.
In reality, everyone in this sect competition knew they were just there for the run; the top prize would surely go to the most gifted genius, so everyone had their own candidate for the title. And Huang Yiri was among them.
