Behind the Earth-covering Great Saint Chao Qiankun was a little girl dressed in a moon white magical robe, her hair tied in a child's bun, looking about seven or eight years old. Her face was round, eyes clear and lively, curiously taking in her surroundings.
Beside the rotund Tu Fugui was his twelve-year-old son, Tu Jingchuan. The young boy's frame was beginning to stretch out, with a face not yet rid of childishness, striving to put on a mature and serious front. However, his tightly clenched fists and slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner tension.
The Great Saints, with solemn expressions, exchanged occasional glances, yet there was no hint of casual conversation, only cold scrutiny and veiled competition.
The air around them was almost stagnant, the clash of invisible auras causing the breathing of near low-level cultivators to become laborious.
Among the guests, murmurs surged like a tide, filled with shock and confusion.
