The next day.
It was just barely dawn.
The people from the Qingyue Sect and Snow Moon Valley had gathered together.
Someone had already informed them that the Xuanyuan Festival would be held at the North Plaza of Ling Shui City.
Last night, Yu Zhiming and others arrived with a posture of seeking an explanation, which filled Xue Wanqing and others with doubt, but Ye Chenfeng did not explain, and in the end, no one pressed Ye Chenfeng for an explanation.
However, aside from Ye Chenfeng, everyone else's brows were filled with worry. If they were eliminated in this Xuanyuan Festival, they might face a thunderous assault instantly.
Xue Wanqing glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who remained calm and composed, and sighed inwardly. Although she knew of Ye Chenfeng's talent, how strong was Ye Chenfeng's true combat ability? She wasn't very clear.
