The two of them were escorted into the stone formation, and throughout the entire process, no one explained what they were supposed to do. The Unihorn Clan carried laziness to the extreme, as if saying one more word would waste their nap time.
As a white light flashed by, when they came to their senses, they were already in a huge palace. Underfoot was a complex and ancient space formation, and strange lines covered the palace walls around them. Welcoming them were not the Unihorn Clan, but a few human Golden Core Cultivators.
The elderly man at the forefront had a kindly demeanor, "I am Wang Zuo. Are you two Daoists at the initial Upper Realm, visiting for the first time?"
Both of them nodded. The old man smiled slightly, "There are certain rules that the Unihorn Clan are too lazy to explain, so due to an incident, we are here at the duel arena to help newcomers understand and explain the rules."
