"Mr. He, the Sect's Outer Disciple Competition, which occurs once every thirty years, is about to begin, and I have been ordered by our Master to return to the Sect to attend the event,"
"On my way back to the Sect, I happened to pass by the Herbs Immortal Workshop you are guarding, so I took the opportunity to visit you."
"I wonder where you are now."
"Ping'er."
As He Song read the neatly written lines on the paper, the scene from the previous Outer Disciple Competition suddenly flashed through his mind.
That competition was not the regular triennial one.
It was just a competition organized by Master Fa Xuan to win people's hearts.
No Foundation Establishment True Persons had attended to watch, nor were there any lively scenes.
It was just a group of outer disciples struggling for victory on the stage.
But this time.
Ping'er specifically mentioned it was the thirty-year regular Outer Disciple Competition.
