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A series of low murmurs, echoing in Chu Zheng's mind like the tolling of a great bell, deafened and astounded.
Chu Zheng fell silent for a long while before lifting his head; his expression did not show the unease, annoyance, or panic that Geng Yiyang had expected, just calmness.
After a moment of silence, Chu Zheng asked a question that surprised Geng Yiyang:
"How many editions of the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects have there been?"
For a moment, Geng Yiyang found Chu Zheng's thought process increasingly elusive. After some contemplation, he finally answered, "It occurs every hundred years, and this edition is the six hundred seventy-seventh event."
Sixty thousand years...
Chu Zheng calculated for a while and then slightly narrowed his eyes, "The champion of the first Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, where is he now? Does anyone still remember him?"
