An Ethereal Dream the Artist Had Walked Into

Yujia stared at the enemy school's students in front of her, eyebrows tightly knitted. The rest of her junior and senior brothers were also fairly disappointed that they didn't arrive first.

Yunhe was the first one to step up. An old man, with a head of pure white hair, was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the flat mountain top. He looked like an ancient cultivator, with just how old he appeared. It seemed like he was the impartial guest that was invited to determine the winners. So, Yunhe approached him and asked, "Elder, do you know when that group arrived here?"

The elder stroked his beard and chuckled, saying, "Why, more than an hour ago."

The entirety of the Lingxin disciple group dropped their jaws at that.

More than an hour ago? That timing was insane. It took them at least three hours to climb to where they were at now. How did Guozijian manage that feat with just two hours? That speed was inhuman.