Outside the gate of the Jun family, two groups of people stood against the sky.
The nine-headed lion radiated a brilliant golden light, releasing its splendor.
The qilin, a mythical beast, stepped on purple mist, exuding an extraordinary and powerful aura.
"Xiaoyao, shall we compete again at the Tiandao Tower this time?" Jun Lingcang said.
Though his eyes were covered, his gaze still swept toward the distant void, as if he wished to catch a glimpse of that unparalleled figure in gray.
"Since my cousin is so interested, I can only accompany you to the end," Jun Xiaoyao replied with a smile.
Their words seemed peaceful, yet there was a palpable sense of rivalry.
Watching this scene, the elders of the Jun family felt a sense of relief in their hearts.
They understood that due to the issue with Ajiu, Jun Lingcang would undoubtedly have some reservations.
What they feared most was seeing Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Lingcang at odds, even turning against each other.