"Lin, you're here too."
"Xiao, long time no see..."
The Seven Peaks Grand Competition had yet to begin, but the central plaza of the Seven Profound Sect was already packed with people. Cultivators who knew each other were exchanging pleasantries in small groups of two and three.
However, as these people talked, their gazes couldn't help but drift toward the VIP platform. There, the Clan Leaders of the Cheng, Hong, and Zhu families were surrounded by a group of supporters, forming their own exclusive clique.
And on a pavilion ship not far from them, the elders and seniors of the Seven Profound Sect were also gathered together.
What was most unsettling was that the gazes of several High Cultivators from the Seven Profound Sect were like tempered, cold blades. When they landed on the three major families, the chill they emitted was almost palpable, causing the atmosphere in the plaza to grow heavy.
