"Senior brother... Senior brother?"
Li Ping'an groggily opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Ningning Mu, who had gently nudged him a few times.
How long had he slept? It was already dark.
Li Ping'an looked around, seeing only his own master standing with his hands behind his back; the huge 'spectator seats' on the cloud platform were now reduced to just the piece under him.
The Heavenly Ranking Arena had already sunk back to the valley floor;
The disciples from the various peaks had long returned to their respective peaks;
Elder Yansheng and another white-haired elder stood not far away, smiling as they watched Li Ping'an.
Only then did Li Ping'an remember that he still had to prove "the magic artifact you used was refined by yourself."
Ningning Mu quietly reminded him from the side, "Senior brother, the two elders have been waiting for quite a while."
"I'm on my way."