After the rain cleared, the Cultivation Conference resumed.
The Cultivation Realm had not witnessed a Celestial Tribulation for a long time. When the Eye of Celestial Tribulation suddenly descended, it almost frightened people out of their wits, and the arena battles were halted.
When Zhao Yi arrived at the Martial Arts Arena in the Imperial Carriage, many young cultivators were still raising their heads occasionally to look at the sky, their faces full of alarm, clearly still shaken by the ferocious Thunder Dragon and deeply anxious.
Seeing Zhao Yi approaching, all the cultivators simultaneously saluted him.
"Greetings, Crown Prince!"
The Great Xia Dynasty did not practice the rite of kneeling.
Those cultivators hastily cupped their fists toward Zhao Yi in a disorderly manner, which counted as paying their respects.
Zhao Yi did not mind.
Casually waving his hand, Zhao Yi perfunctorily said, "At ease, my beloved ministers!"
A clamor rose from the crowd below.
