"Yunlong, my dear brother, I invited you here for two important matters!"
After taking a sip of tea, Jian Chen looked at Ling Yunlong with a smile.
Ling Yunlong responded with a smile as well, saying, "Oh, what are they? Brother Jian Chen, please speak freely!"
Jian Chen pondered for a moment before replying, "The first matter is, of course, the grand event in our Cultivation Realm held every 60 years—the Immortal Sect Martial Arts Competition. What plans do you have for your Cloud Sea Sect regarding this?"
Upon hearing Jian Chen's inquiry, Ling Yunlong immediately felt a bit troubled. While the quality of disciples in their Cloud Sea Sect was decent, they lacked top-tier elites. They might secure a spot among the top hundred, but as for the top ten, there was little hope.
"Our Cloud Sea Sect disciples are not very capable; we'll just participate for the experience and broaden our horizons."
After speaking, Ling Yunlong decisively changed topics before Jian Chen could respond.
