A Fatal Question

After a short period of rest and silence, the Immortal cultivators gathered in the City of Ten Thousand Swords once again welcomed another wave of clamor.

The young Immortal cultivators from all over the Central Continent had already made their preparations. Like the few young people in the small room of five in the inn, there were many young Immortal cultivators who wanted to make a name for themselves in the Shangyang.

They were all outstanding figures in their own sects, and they also bore more expectations and responsibilities of their sects.

The fact that they had been sent to participate in the Singing Sword contest meant that they were the most outstanding disciples of the sect.

If they did not get a good ranking in the contest, it would be a huge blow to the sect's reputation.