Currently, the Sun had fallen behind the mountains. It was night time.
On the empty field, all eyes were fixated on Ling Xian. They were all full of shock.
It wasn't because he had interrupted the Dao Peak Leader's statement, nor was it because he chose to participate in this contest at the last minute. It was that people had recognized his identity.
To know that at least half of the audiences there belonged to the array, alchemy, and crafts paths. Before they hurried there, they had all witnessed the competition of their respective paths and they were familiar with Ling Xian.
It could even be said that he was fresh in their memories. After all, he had won the winning title for all three paths and each time was extremely shocking. Therefore, how could everyone not remember him?
Thus, when the descendants of the three paths recognized him, all of them shouted out loud in shock.
"Isn't that Xian Ling? The winner for the Path of Crafts?"