Many outer disciples were discussing, but their speed didn't slow down in the slightest as they flew towards Heavenly Sword Peak.
Not only the outer disciples, but many inner disciples also came to watch.
Zhong Lin was mingling in the crowd, feeling neither joy nor sorrow, like a mere spectator.
As the crowd surged into Heavenly Sword Peak, Zhong Lin found a relatively open spot to quietly wait.
The entire Heavenly Sword Peak was dotted with countless arenas; upon counting, there must be over a thousand, undoubtedly for the outer disciples' competitions.
After about an hour, the entire Heavenly Sword Peak was packed with people, layer after layer, yet not crowded.
Heavenly Sword Peak was vast, backing the whole of Heavenly Sword City; even twice the number of people could fit without issue.
The bell suddenly stopped, its lingering sound calming the heart, and the whole Heavenly Sword Peak fell silent, you could hear a pin drop.
