Another quarter hour passed before Gu Chang, the True Disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, emerged from the Sacred Sound Heart Refining Pool.
The crowd was about to ridicule him, but noticed that although he came out late, his condition was much better than Shan Wenbai's.
"Hmm, it seems this fellow Taoist deliberately tempered his Dao heart inside," Xu Sheng said lightly, "Judging by your state, even if you didn't surpass fellow Taoist Shan Wenbai, you could've at least matched him."
Gu Chang clasped his fists and said, "Senior brother, you're too kind. Junior brother was just lucky."
Shan Wenbai's face turned sour again.
"Hmph, if I wasn't trying to break the record, how else would I have forced my way through halfway, causing not only a hidden injury but also delaying my time to pass..."
Because of Gu Chang's performance, the morale of the Yin Yang Sect soared.
The disciples of the Huanglong Gate felt indignant upon seeing this.
