"My Shenghan lineage has been established for thousands of years, and the path to immortality is long and prosperous. My master created the tradition of martial arts competitions to warn future generations and guide young disciples. There have been dozens of such competitions now." On the white jade garden platform, an old man stroked his beard and spoke slowly.
"Everyone present here is from the younger generation of Shenghan. Your talents, abilities, and backgrounds are all exceptional and beyond reproach. From now on, Shenghan will still be yours. Who knows, the outstanding individual who will lead Shenghan to greatness in the future will be among you."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, all the disciples were whispering in the audience, with some excitement on their faces. Leading Shenghan, that was such a desirable thing. The old man's words immediately made everyone present yearn for it, except Su Yin of course.
Because Su Yin was the only disciple under Rong Hua, she was sitting alone at this moment, with a depressed look on her face. Seeing that the other disciples became so excited after listening to the old man's words, she couldn't help but glance at them, yawned silently, and then continued to pretend to listen to the Third Master's speech very seriously.
Is that really the case? It's so boring, Su Yin lamented silently. She was clearly out of tune with them now. Her current mood was exactly the same as when she first listened to the principal's speech. It was truly a different era, the same leader, just a bunch of nonsense. She had been hearing this kind of talk for over a decade, so naturally, she was fed up.
But at this moment, not only did she have to try her best to pretend to listen carefully to the Third Master's speech, she also had to endure the prying eyes of her fellow disciples from time to time. Alas, her heart really rejected it. How could a little girl who had only lived for eighteen years and had just traveled through time and space run into this event that only happened once every twenty years? She was so unlucky.
Alas, Su Yin sighed again, and had to try hard to pretend to be serious on the surface.
...Time flew by slowly, and finally the Third Master finished his speech. When he said the meeting was officially starting, Su Yin couldn't help but want to lead the group in clapping excitedly. However, as soon as he raised his hand, he immediately remembered that this was ancient times, and if he did so, he might be beaten to death by others, so he had to retract his hand.
After the lecture, the old man looked around, smiled with satisfaction, and walked down the garden platform steadily. He sat down with Rong Hua. Rong Hua, who already looked old, and the youthful appearance formed a sharp contrast at this moment. The seat next to Rong Hua's hand was naturally empty. The master traveled around the world for many years and was often missing. For him, this conference held every twenty years was nothing, and everyone was used to it.
As the conference officially began, disciples began to take the stage one after another, preparing to compete. Since Su Yin was the only disciple of Rong Hua, it was only natural that Su Yin would be the last to take the stage. After the Third Master's disciples finished competing, the remaining winner would compete against Su Yin.
Su Yin didn't quite understand the flashing swords and sword-controlling mantras on the stage, and she felt bored after watching for a while. The constant fighting and killing on the stage, and the flashing swords and swords were really boring. She was tired of it, so Su Yin subconsciously went back to her old ways and did what she was best at - daydreaming.
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