Outside New York City, in a barren mountain, within a certain palace.
Inside the council hall, twenty young, handsome men stood in orderly rows, each with their heads bowed, not daring to even take a deep breath.
Lee Yueqing's sharp gaze swept over them one by one, and as she spoke, she rebuked angrily, "Three, in the first round of the competition, three of you were eliminated!
Do you have the face to call yourselves disciples of the Heavenly Origin Sect?"
"Elder Eight, you really can't blame me." A young man who had been eliminated pleaded with a tear-stained face, "Over three thousand cultivators, more than three thousand, on the same stage, and there were also a few hidden Grandmasters among them.
I...
I was ambushed, not paying attention for just a moment, and they joined forces to knock me off the stage."
"You..." Yueqing was so choked by his words that her chest heaved uncontrollably. Lifting a jade palm, she was about to fiercely slap him.
