Nightfall descended.
Outside the Drunken Fragrance Tower, in the busiest alley of Floating Jade City, lights shone brightly.
Dozens of True Immortals in black brocade robes stood in a row, each emanating an astonishing aura, their faces fierce.
A massive crowd of Cultivators had gathered around the alley, but the vast majority didn't dare to make a sound. Since flying was forbidden in the city's core area, they could only peer into the Drunken Fragrance Tower.
Inside the Drunken Fragrance Tower, the atmosphere was buzzing. Three groups were locked in a chaotic brawl, yet they all controlled their mana and physical strength, so only fists and feet clashed—much like a mortal street fight.
A chair was placed directly before the main entrance of the Drunken Fragrance Tower. A young Cultivator in a white robe sat there with one leg crossed over the other, positioned before the row of True Immortals—his identity as their leader unmistakable.
