In Hengyue Sect this morning, the mist had just dissipated, and the sun only revealed half of its face, yet a large crowd had already gathered below the high platform.
Yang Dingtian stood atop the high platform, alongside Feng Wuhun and Dao Xuan True Person.
Additionally, standing there was Pang Dachuan from the Wanbao Pavilion.
As for Chu Ruolin and Chu Ling'er, the two of them also stood behind the high platform.
Behind these people stood a line of Hengyue Sect disciples, their expressions solemn and heavy.
Today was the day before the grand competition among the three sects.
Chu Ruolin, standing on the high platform, appeared far more haggard compared to before.
Upon closer inspection, one could even sense her disoriented and lost expression.
Occasionally, she would lift her head and gaze at the path ahead, hoping to see the familiar figure she longed for appear from afar.
Little Fatty was also squeezed among the crowd, stretching his neck longer than a red-crowned crane.
