Upon arriving at the square, it was already jam-packed with people. Hundreds of thousands had formed groups, each occupying a different area. From their positioning, it was possible to roughly deduce their origins.
The prodigies from the Great Thousand Worlds stood near the central area; their cultivation was generally at the Taiyi Earthly Immortal Realm. There were even a few Golden Immortal Martial Artists among them.
The most eye-catching figure was Crown Prince Zhou. Handsome and dressed in royal robes, he was surrounded by a large entourage. He exuded an aura of royal majesty, standing out like a crane among chickens.
Among them, Qin Wudao recognized a familiar face: Ning Sui Feng, who was glaring at him with a resentful and murderous expression.
Is this Crown Prince Zhou?
Ignoring Ning Sui Feng, Qin Wudao looked at Ji Huangdao, who stood proudly with his hands clasped behind his back. Qin Wudao's expression turned somewhat grave.
