"Zhong Ming, are you really going to be okay?"
Seeing the worried look on Ji Qingyue's face, Zhong Ming chuckled lightly, then said with a confident expression, "Don't worry, I'll win. I'm a top-tier prodigy, after all."
After he spoke, something seemed to occur to him, and he added, "Oh, right. Be ready to catch me later."
"Huh?"
Before Ji Qingyue could ask for details, he was already walking toward the center of the Starry Courtyard.
This was a ruined Array that Prince Qinghe had excavated. The place was ancient, and the cracks between the stone bricks seemed to hold the weathered patina of time itself.
But time is the cruelest of all, and most of the Array had been annihilated by the ages.
However, the scouring of the Power of Time had also left a special Dao Rhyme lingering in this place.
Upon entering the Starry Courtyard, Zhong Ming inexplicably felt the sky darken, as if he had drawn closer to the starry expanse above.
