Su Xiaoxiao got into Granny Nie's carriage.
Wei Ting followed.
Granny Nie asked, "Why are you up here?"
Wei Ting glanced at Su Xiaoxiao. "My wife."
"Little Ting!"
It was the Palace Lord's voice.
Wei Ting opened his mouth. "Mother, I'm here."
The competition was based on the sect.
As the youngest son of the Palace Lord, he naturally had to ride in the same carriage as his Mother Palace Lord and Father Duanmu.
As for Su Mo, Wei Liulang, and Jing Yi, they sat in another carriage.
When it was almost noon, they arrived at the South Island Dragon Mountain.
The venue of the martial arts competition was halfway up the mountain. The Xiahou family's palace was in the east, and the martial arts arena was in the west.
The foot of the mountain was already filled with carriages and martial artists who were about to go up the mountain.
