Outside the imperial palace, in the Cloud Mountains.
A fierce selection battle had just taken place, leaving devastation everywhere.
At that moment, seven strong figures with overwhelming auras stood at the summit of one of the lofty Giant Mountains, waiting silently.
Suddenly, three dark spots appeared on the horizon and swept towards the figures.
"Here they come."
The seven figures lifted their heads.
As the dark points grew closer, it became apparent that there were three Griffins on which Jian Wushuang, Yang Zaixuan and Su Rou rode.
When they got close to the mountain summit, they jumped off the Griffins.
"Haha. Wushuang." A cool and charismatic middle-aged man welcomed Jian Wushuang with a smile.
"Your Excellency Ye?" Jian Wushuang's eyes lit up.
He had known that there would be experts invited by Palace Master White and that they would be waiting for him here, but he had not known who they would be.
