Charge, everyone, hurry to grab the best spots—a group of Martial Artists were rushing up the mountain, and now it all depended on their Qinggong.
Mo Yun had no problem at all; she floated up like a butterfly, easily surpassing the crowd.
Lord Xiong was even faster, darting through the crowd in a flash that left onlookers agape.
Only Gu Fan was disappointing; he desperately chased after them, struggling step by step to overtake most people while inwardly lamenting, "Lord Xiong, Mo Yun, how can you just ignore me like this? It's too much, no sense of camaraderie at all."
Just as Gu Fan finally managed to take the lead, suddenly a slender figure appeared. She moved like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaping up and down through the crowd with great speed, and quickly caught up to Gu Fan from behind.
Gu Fan charged forward, not noticing the approach from behind, his eyes set on the destination, feeling euphoric.