Wang Zijia took a deep breath, rose to his feet, and stepped onto the transparent air stairs. He looked around and nodded at the Taoist Seeds he knew, and eleven of them ascended together.
In the massive square, countless people looked up, watching the twelve talented and handsome heavenly prodigies step by step into the air, coming to the transparent platform, and lined up in a row.
The Martial Uncles from the Formation Institute manipulated the Illusion Formation, constantly zooming in on them, broadcasting their appearances to the thousands of sects.
At this moment, the twelve people had truly made a name for themselves throughout the entire sect and became the twelve senior brothers of this session.
Thousands of lights converged, leading to countless people feeling awe and envy.
They wished they could replace them!
