One autumn rain, one winter.
After days of rain, even a rare sunny day could not help but have a bone-chilling chill.
The mortal Dao grieved for spring and autumn, but for cultivators, their Dao heart was strong and they could only forge ahead.
The second day of the competition began in this kind of weather.
As usual, the seniors were at the front while the disciples of the flying arrival sect watched from the side.
However, on this day, there were many elders of the flying arrival sect.
In the past, because the flying arrival sect's results were not good every year, especially among the elders, there were many people who had won last place in the four flying competition when they were young, so there were often people who used seclusion as an excuse and said that they were sick.
He just didn't want to embarrass himself.
