To become a true disciple, one must participate in this year's Sect Grand Competition.
Chen Mobai had been a spectator last year, but he still felt it necessary to consult those with experience.
"Junior Brother, you're finally leaving the mountain."
On top of Small Yang Ridge, Qi Rui and Xi Jinghuo broke into laughter upon hearing Chen Mobai's words.
"With your cultivation level, you will certainly shock everyone when you step out."
Xi Jinghuo sipped some spiritual wine and expressed confidence in Chen Mobai.
"Although I have a good cultivation realm, my dueling experience and techniques are far from yours. Being in the top hundred in this Sect Grand Competition would already be a great achievement."
"Junior Brother, you're being much too modest."
Qi Rui's words could only invite a bitter smile from Chen Mobai.