"Ah? Wh-what... What's going on?" an elderly Venerable Realm expert from the Thousand Mechanism Sect stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at the eight large characters lingering in the sky like a divine miracle, completely losing his usual composure.
But no one dared to laugh at him, because everyone else was in a similar state.
"Heavens, what... what does this mean? The Venerable Competition... is this the last one?"
"I'm gonna faint. Doesn't this mean I'll never have another chance to get treasures from the Golden Palace?" Shen Le stared blankly at the sky, the corners of his mouth twitching violently.
Shangguan Shiyu gazed at the eight characters in the sky with her cool, clear eyes, her brows furrowed. She felt the calligraphy was familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. Then, a sentence Qin Li had said, almost as a joke, echoed in her mind: "From now on, you are the mistress of this Golden Palace!"
