Finally, the day arrived.
At the Emei Golden Summit, ten thousand swords were unsheathed, announcing the official start of the sect competition.
Normally, the opening ceremony of such a grand event would be described in at least several hundred words.
However, one needed a master's guidance to participate in the opening ceremony.
Since Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu both lacked a master, there didn't seem to be any point in them attending the ceremony, where they would just face disdain from others, so they simply didn't bother going up.
The two of them found a shaded pavilion halfway up Mount Emei to take a rest and chat leisurely.
An Zhisu patiently explained to Ling Yunpo the various matters that needed attention for the Shushan tournament.