A gong and drum reverberated through the heavens, six white clouds hung amidst the celestial mist.
On the island, the cloud platform had not dispersed, with several immortals from the Sea Watch Sect still remaining there, maintaining the stability of the cloud platform.
——There must be a place for ranking and awarding prizes afterwards.
On the white cloud of the Wanyun Sect, the disciples were hurriedly regulating their breaths in meditation, adjusting their condition to its optimum state.
Li Ping'an and Ningning Mu still occupied an inconspicuous corner, their arms separated by merely three inches, a slight lift of the hand seeming as though it could touch the other.
Li Ping'an could smell her hair's fragrance, Ningning Mu could hear her senior brother's breathing.
"Senior brother."
Ningning Mu's pretty face blushed slightly as she took the initiative to tug at Li Ping'an's sleeve, using voice transmission to ask a question of no great importance.