"The Qing Province Tournament is tomorrow. If the Ninth Elder doesn't finish his seclusion by tonight, we'll have to leave without him."
In the Death Mountain Range, Tang Lin, Zi Yunfei, and a third disciple were under orders to wait for Ning Jiang.
The Qing Province Tournament was starting tomorrow. As one of the Five Great Sects, the Yanyue Sect naturally wouldn't miss such a grand event.
And Ning Jiang's presence was crucial for the now-weakened Yanyue Sect.
"Let's wait a little longer."
The three of them waited until nightfall, but there was still no sign of Ning Jiang.
"We have no other choice. We'll leave a letter for the Ninth Elder and hope he can hurry over tomorrow."
The three gave a letter to the White Ape and departed.
...
「The next morning.」
THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
The deep, booming sound of the War Drums resounded through the heavens. The sound rolled out in wave after wave, traveling for thousands of miles and covering nearly half of Qing Province.
