Zu An was initially uninterested and was about to refuse when a thought suddenly struck him, and he agreed: "Alright, then I'll trouble the Grand Preceptor." He figured that the other party's words just now seemed to indicate that he didn't want the Imperial Guards to come to the Golden Summit during this period, so he might as well go and see for himself if there were any secrets hidden there.
Wang Wuxie was taken aback. He had only been being polite, but he never expected this guy to be so generous as to agree.
You should know that the referees will be people with extremely high reputations in the martial arts world. They are either sect leaders or senior elders, and at the very least, they are grandmasters, and there are quite a few great grandmasters. How can someone like you with no cultivation have the nerve to sit with those people?
However, since the words had already been spoken, it was difficult to go back on them. Wang Wuxie nodded: "I will send someone to inform Lord Zu after the competition begins."
"Then everyone please take your rest. If you need anything, please contact the sect disciples. I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."
"The Imperial Advisor should attend to his duties first."
After Wang Wuxie left, disciples of the Zhengyang Sect soon came to take them to their lodgings.
The disciples in the square then began to discuss among themselves: "This... this is a marquis from the imperial court, and he can even become a general? It feels like any disciple from any of our sects has a higher cultivation level than him."
"I wonder which family's spoiled brat he is. It's heartbreaking that such mediocre people hold high positions in the court."
"Maybe he's a prince, carrying a magical artifact to conceal his aura. It's normal that you can't tell." A female cultivator couldn't help but retort, at least he's handsome.
"Do you still dream of becoming a princess? Forget it. None of the current princes have a surname, and none of them fit his description. Besides, I just heard someone say that his surname is Zu, not Zhao."
"Let's not even talk about that pretty boy in the lead. I don't think his deputy is any better. He could easily defeat even some of the true disciples, let alone the chief disciples of various sects. I can't understand how the major sects in the world were defeated by these guys back then."
"Be careful what you say. The imperial court is best at combined military formations. Don't underestimate that deputy general just because his personal cultivation level is average. If he is good at commanding military formations, let alone the chief disciple, even any of our sects might not be able to stop him."
"Brother Li, you're exaggerating. Once a Grandmaster appears, the opponent is nothing but a clay chicken and a tile dog."
...
Soon, a group of keyboard warriors began to argue fiercely about matters of national importance.
At this moment, an old monk with white hair came from the foot of the mountain, accompanied by a plump and cute little novice.
Zhang Xi, standing at the mountain gate, hurriedly inquired, "May I ask who you two are?"
These two monks were clearly not from the Taoist sect, but their demeanor was extraordinary, so he dared not be negligent.
The old monk did not answer, but looked up at the direction of the golden summit and muttered to himself, "The world is about to change."
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