Three days later, the weather was fine, with a gentle breeze. Musk Mountain welcomed the much-anticipated disciple Challenge Competition.
The surrounding temple stood tall and imposing, with its simple yet vigorous aura greeting the visitors. A drum was hung beside the constructed arena.
A few chairs were set up above, with men and women of different ages seated. However, one of the chairs was empty, and the one sitting in the highest position was Headmaster Aaron Grant of Musk Mount Sect.
He wore a black robe, with a stern countenance and a fierce demeanor. His sharp gaze swept across the attendees, and everyone present felt a chill as if they were being struck by an icy awl.
"I now declare the Challenge Competition to officially begin!"
Headmaster Aaron's voice resounded through the air, clearly heard by everyone present. After saying this, he sat back down, his expression solemn.
