The once-every-three-years Inner Academy competition was only ten days away.
Yet registration for the competition had already begun, with tens of thousands of Inner Academy Disciples eligible. However, not everyone would participate.
From past experience, nearly ten thousand disciples would compete each time.
These were among the most prominent disciples within the Inner Academy.
Many sought to make a name for themselves during the competition to catch the attention of the higher-ups.
If a Sect Master took notice and accepted them as a disciple, their fortunes would soar.
One by one, many disciples began to register.
Tian Zhongdao hadn't returned, it seemed he wasn't planning to participate in this competition.
"Let's go register."
The old drunkard came to Lin Feng and said.
Lin Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "You're participating too? Can your old arms and legs handle it?"
