Above the Ten Peaks Mountain, there hovered an auspicious cloud spanning over a dozen miles. The radiant mist stretched across the sky, light flowing like rippling waves, while the rosy glow rolled like smoke. Atop the cloud, four Cave Heaven True Masters from noble families of the Mingcang Sect sat upright, all gazing downward to observe the grand competition.
Occupying the western position was a young Daoist with a refined and elegant demeanor, his face like that of an innocent youth. This was Master Xiao, Xiao Rongyu. After hearing Zhou Yong's earlier remark, he couldn't help but point and laugh, saying, "This little fellow does have a bit of eye power."
Master Han, seated to the south, had eyes like shooting stars and a fair, graceful appearance. He cast a sidelong glance and sneered, "Overly clever."
