"Woo...woo..."
The fierce wind roared through the canyon, the air currents swirling backward, and mist filled the air.
Bai Xiao turned around and exited the stage.
Behind him, the surging platinum-colored Qi, like a swallow returning to its nest, flowed back into Bai Xiao's back, disappearing instantly and merging as one.
Amidst the bustling voices of the audience watching from the Cloud Mountain's walls.
He walked slowly into the waiting hall.
Instantly, a barrage of sharp gazes was cast toward him. Some were wary, some hostile, some fierce; each gaze belonging to a formidable sect leader. Were it a common martial artist, they might be so overwhelmed by this presence they'd be scared out of their wits. However, Bai Xiao's movements and expression remained unchanged, like ancient ice, as he returned to his seat.
He sat down slowly.
Immediately, many competitors began whispering among themselves.
