Like moths drawn to a flame, the stars rush toward an unknown destination, then fall and vanish into the world.
—At this time, most of the onlookers had already gathered on the observation platform.
Looking at the figure in the sky, everyone discussed it animatedly.
"Look! That's the Fencing Prince from the West City!"
One of the people in the crowd pointed at the man on the high-rise building and spoke.
"With the strongest young fencing prodigy from the West City making his move, he's sure to reach the top!"
An Qianbai stood at the very front of the crowd, her gaze indifferent, following the crowd's gaze towards the "Flower Sword Prince" with a cold look.
The figure rushing towards Sky City wore a patterned mask and stood atop a tall building, sword in hand. Seemingly sensing the intense gazes of the crowd, the man's lips curled into a slight smile, and he executed a stylish sword flourish. Instantly, a burst of sword energy shot out, and he leaped into the air, using the momentum of the sword energy to slash through the sky again and again, gradually approaching Sky City.
As the crowd watched the Flower Sword Prince speeding towards Sky City, they cheered, with many young and beautiful women offering encouragement.
"Go for it, Fencing Prince! If you beat me, I'm yours!"
"Young Master Flower Sword, you must succeed! I'm waiting to become your saintess!"
An Qianshan smiled as he watched the figure of the Flower Sword Prince, then turned to An Qianbai and said, "See? Only someone like him can become your future husband! As for that demon, you should just forget about him!"
An Qianbai raised her head and looked at the Flower Sword Prince who was soaring into the sky, and said coldly, "He has not yet reached the top. Father, you must not have misjudged him!"
Hearing An Qianbai's words, An Qianshan sneered, "You think your father's glasses are blind..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gasp suddenly came from the crowd.
The speed of the Flower Sword Prince began to gradually decrease, and at this moment, the spiritual power in his body was almost completely exhausted.
His body became sluggish and stiff, and the sword in his hand was extremely heavy, making it impossible for him to swing it anymore!
Looking at the Sky City, which seemed so close yet so unattainable, the Flower Sword Prince felt it was also incredibly far away!
He thought he could reach Sky City in one go, but things didn't go as planned. His spiritual power was far from enough to allow him to ascend to Sky City.
"Damn it—" The Flower Sword Prince stretched out his hand towards the Sky City and roared angrily, "I'm not reconciled!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he fell from mid-air, turning into a streak of light like a falling star. At the same time, his body gradually burst into flames, and when he finally fell, only his sword remained firmly stuck in the ground!
The chosen ones in the crowd all swallowed hard, their hopes of instant success suddenly dashed, their courage gone.
"Hehe, I knew it!"
An Qianbai suddenly broke into a stunning smile: "The higher you climb, the harder you fall!"
An Qianshan's lips twitched involuntarily. His gaze was fixed on the sword stuck in the ground, and he cursed inwardly, "What a useless piece of trash! I even sponsored the Xicheng Consortium!"
Seeing An Qianshan's embarrassed expression, An Qianbai couldn't help but smile. "It's normal for Father to misjudge people sometimes, so don't take it to heart!"
An Qianshan snorted coldly and said nothing.
Once the first "Frost Sword Prince" was born, the second one followed.
In the competition to reach the summit, those who fail to reach the top lose most of their spiritual power and are unable to land safely, and their only fate is to perish!
However, all of this seemed to have become commonplace.
People merely sighed at the losers before turning their attention to others.
—For those who are alive, it may just be a spectacle!
An Qianbai watched quietly as dozens more Chosen Ones rushed towards the Sky City...
They couldn't see their target, nor did they know how far away that seemingly close sky city actually was!
Even so, they continued to forge ahead, one after another, bravely soaring into the sky...
More people went up than came down, more people came down than died, and more people died than those who didn't reach the summit!
Watching this kind of competition, An Qianbai was getting tired of it and couldn't help but say:
"That's incredibly stupid!"
It seems to be mocking those who recklessly ascend to the Sky City, and also mocking itself, powerless as a mere spectator.
An Qianshan squinted at An Qianbai and scolded, "There are too many people around, don't talk nonsense!"
An Qianbai snorted coldly and said indifferently, "This kind of boring competition is really uninspiring. I'm going back first."
After saying that, he ignored An Qianshan's reprimand and turned to leave.
Outside the territory of the Shadow Hall, not far away, Mo Hua saw An Qianbai leave and gave a wicked smile.
She then approached An Qianshan, her smile radiant and captivating.
"Master An, it's getting late. I don't think any more strong contenders will make a move in the election today. How about we try again tomorrow?"
An Qianshan glanced at Mo Hua and nodded. "In that case, we will follow the Palace Master's opinion."
An Qianshan gestured to the other guards of the Shadow Hall, and the group left the observation platform.
—An Qianbai returned to her room, where the afterglow of the setting sun bathed everything in a crimson hue…
And there was also the figure of the boy in white.
Gu Liyan sat at the tea table, having already brewed a pot of tea. He smiled as An Qianbai pushed open the door and entered.
"I knew you would come back early, so I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
An Qianbai was stunned for a moment, looking at the uninvited Gu Liyan, and said with some displeasure, "Mo Li? What are you doing here again? What are you doing here again?"
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