Fang Zheng's Inner Thoughts

Fang Zheng and another Immortal Crane Sect elder led over ten disciples into the competition venue.

It was a hubbub of sound outside the stage. Over a thousand Gu Masters were sitting in the surroundings, discussing in murmurs while waiting for the eighth round to start.

However, because there were too many people, even the softest whispers converged together to become an extremely clamorous scene.

"Immortal Crane Sect's elders and disciples." Once they saw Fang Zheng's group, the surrounding Gu Masters could not help but stare at them, the sounds of their discussions became softer.

Compared to large and small forces, members of Central Continent's ten great ancient sect members gave the feeling of royalty walking among common people.

"That young man is actually wearing the attire of an Immortal Crane Sect elder, I am not hallucinating, right?"

"Quiet down, can't you sense his aura, he is a genuine rank five Gu Master!"