At the foot of the snow mountain, within the encampment of the Murong Family, an elderly man in a black robe lay on a rocking chair, waving a black feather fan, looking leisurely.
"Reporting to the elder, the young master's ranking is now second, and the miss is also ranked eighth," a young disciple in a black robe quickly walked in, knelt on one knee, and said with a salute.
"Good! I've noted that. You may leave now," the elder in black robe waved his feather fan and said expressionlessly.
"Yes," the disciple in black robe replied and quickly left the secret chamber.
"I hadn't expected that in just a few decades, Long'er and Feng'er would grow so quickly. Looking at it this way, accumulating qi movement value for this Sky Gate Assembly and being ranked within the top four should be no problem. If the two join forces, to kill that first-ranked female disciple of the Beidou..."