The third day after the selection phase had passed. The second phase of the Hundred Arts Conference had quietly begun. On this day, the sunlight was radiant, and spring was vibrant.
Under Ye Xiner's reluctant and longing gaze, Hong Yuan took up his sword, turned around, and gracefully departed. Guided by a steward of the Ye Family, he slowly stepped into a pure white column of light. At the very next moment after he entered, Ye Fengdao, with three companions in tow, rushed towards the white column of light.
"The destination of Ye Gufan is the grey wasteland," whispered the Ye Family steward.
