The situation in Yunxian Sect's plaza had changed repeatedly, almost overwhelmingly leaning toward Ye Chenfeng.
The scorching sun in the sky baked the earth.
Those who came to participate in the disciple selection on the plaza, some of whom had just fainted in fear, regained consciousness. But cold sweat kept pouring from them, and despite the scorch of the sun overhead, they couldn't feel any warmth. Just now, they had been calling Ye Chenfeng names, afraid he might retaliate against them.
However, Ye Chenfeng had long returned the Qingyun Sword to his back. He couldn't be bothered to engage with these people, being destined not to be on the same level as them. As long as they didn't cross his bottom line, he could forgive these ignorant people.
The ancestor of Yunxian Sect, Zuo Deyuan, spoke: "The disciple selection of our Yunxian Sect is postponed for three days. Those who haven't had the chance to test, please come to Yunxian Sect in three days for the test."
