Liuyun Immortal Sect, Piaomiao Peak.
At this moment, thousands of disciples were gathered here.
The Liuyun Immortal Sect was currently holding its annual disciples' tournament.
All disciples, be they menial or regular, could participate.
As long as you had potential, you stood a chance to catch the attention of the various elders and the Sect Leader.
This way, talented prodigies wouldn't be buried in obscurity.
This event was held with utmost ceremony—even the Sect Leader of Liuyun, Su Changkong, was watching personally.
Yet as the competition progressed, Su Changkong's brows remained furrowed and never once relaxed.
No matter how he looked, not a single disciple could compare to Lin Chang'sheng.
Recalling the scene of that brat defying him, Su Changkong could hardly suppress his rage.
"You damn Lin Chang'sheng, I refuse to believe that my Liuyun Immortal Sect can't raise a genius to match you! One day, I'll make you regret it!"
