The Jing Luan Assembly had just begun when a noble son was lost!
Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have certainly not believed it.
Hanging high in the sky, the Martial Master Lan Gongliang from the Kongyou Realm looked toward the distant Shen Qing who was fleeing into the hills, his face revealing a trace of astonishment.
It was known that in previous years, the heirs of noble families were surrounded by abundant talents and were akin to clouds of experts.
Ordinary lower-tier martial masters couldn't even begin to compare with them.
For a noble son to suffer a loss at the beginning of an event like the Jing Luan Assembly was indeed unprecedented.
After all, reaching the Spirit Void Realm in cultivation was considered exceptional in Great Zhou Country, ranking among the forefront.
It was as difficult as scaling the heavens for a lower-tier martial master to achieve this level without relying on the court's resources.
