"Ah, this was an eventful tournament," Alaric stretched his arms. The group boarded a ship heading back to the sect. They had to stop every few seconds to cup their fists in a traditional greeting toward the other disciples who wanted to make friends with them.
A few weeks passed since the ordeal of the Mysterious Mountain Sect and the Myriad Beasts Sect. After a three-day break to repair the damage from the Supremacy Phase cultivators' battle, the Martial Arts Summit continued.
In the upcoming rounds, the unranked sects' disciples worked alongside the Serene Lotus Sect and fended off the cultivators from the rest of the great sects as agreed by the elders. As for the Myriad Beasts Sect, they pulled out of the competition, and none of their disciples remained in the valley.
"Our fellow brothers and sisters were quite lucky, they didn't have to fight alone against nineteen sects," Alaric kept talking when he saw nobody was planning to answer his previous remark.
