The Storm Competition
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Oh," Qin Xianer hurriedly wiped away her tears as she lowered her head. Not uttering a single word, she followed behind the stern beauty as they walked toward Fenghuang Pavilion, the most prestigious and dignified meeting hall. Various outstanding disciples and powerful elders were all standing in the meeting hall.
They were all Level Eight and Level Nine; all experts, busy cultivating an oppressive atmosphere.
Aside from them, there was an old lady, sitting calmly on the main seat in the hall.
At first glance, she appeared to be a normal elderly woman.
However, her presence made the assembled Level Eight and Level Nine experts silent in fear.
She was the Master of Fenghuang Valley, Qin Xianer's grandmother!
When Qin Xianer arrived, the outstanding disciples and elders all turned to look at her.
They appeared respectful on the surface, but deep within, they felt envy and loathing.