Mu Qingge froze. "It's starting already!" It was so abrupt and concise that she hadn't had the slightest mental preparation.
She looked around at the people on her left and right, only to see calm faces all around. Clearly, they were already used to this. One could infer that previous Dao debates had also entered the main topic this quickly.
"Where is the Dao Platform?" Mu Qingge asked Zhuang Shan beside her.
Zhuang Shan said in a low voice, "We just follow the crowd."
Mu Qingge lightly inclined her head.
As soon as the words fell, everyone began rushing toward the Dao Platform.
Groups of young disciples swept past in that snow‑white world, ethereal like immortals; the scene was incomparably beautiful.
Zhuang Shan turned his gaze to Mu Qingge and said to her, "The Dao debate contests are all individual matches. Whoever can squeeze into the top hundred relies entirely on their own ability."
Mu Qingge's eyes tightened slightly; she understood in her heart.
