Today, it was still a clear and sunny day with a cloudless azure sky.
In the central square of Tianxiang Immortal City, there were even more cultivators than the previous two days.
After the arrival of the four talented youths, they introduced themselves as usual, and then Zhong Yao and Jing Hao stood on the stage.
A row of writing desks had already been set up on the stage, with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on them.
"In the past two days, Brother Shi and Brother Zhou's exchanges have been very fruitful. Today Brother Zhong and I will use calligraphy and painting to make friends. Please do feel free to offer your guidance," said Jing Hao, the sunny big boy, while Zhong Yao coolly stood to one side.
After Jing Hao spoke, he took out eight array flags and hammered them into one side of the platform, setting up an eight-sided cylindrical formation.
