"Taixu Gate, really made a foolish move..."
...
"Alright, it's about time. This Formation Competition is about to reveal its true colors, let's see which house this year's Formation leader will end up in..."
The Elders of the Four Sects glanced at each other—humble on the surface, but inwardly, each harbored the urge to compete.
The mutual praise was just lip service.
Lifting each other with flowery words, you look great, I look great too.
But when it comes to real benefits, when it's about the ranking in the Formation Competition, who wouldn't want to fight for first place, to prove who's better?
No one's backing down, not even a step.
The four quietly sipped their tea, eyes drifting toward the Taoist Field.
And inside the Taoist Field, the commotion stirred by Mo Hua was gradually settling down.
Aside from the true Formation Masters, most people were just shocked for a moment, then moved on.
After all, the Cultivation World is full of countless geniuses.
