This year’s Secondary Inter-Sect Competition was held at the Heavenly Crane Mountain one hundred miles away from the Dawn Sect. Early at dawn, all disciples who were participating or keen to observe the competition had gathered on the large plains within the Dawn Sect’s grounds. In just a few moments, the Sect Elders would personally escort them in batches as they made their way towards the Heavenly Crane Mountain.
The Heavenly Peak disciples had also gathered by now. Apart from a few disciples that had already entered some Greater Sects for training, there were a total of twenty-three disciples who were following behind Jun Linxuan right now. Each of the Heavenly Peak disciples carried themselves with a stern and dignified disposition. This was in complete contrast with the rowdy shenanigans and clowning around that disciples of other Peaks had engaged themselves with as they gathered themselves into groups of twos and threes.
“These disciples truly take after their master, martial uncle Jun. Each one of them is just as stern as the other, and they’re all acting like ancient old fogeys right now.” A disciple from the Pill Cauldron Peak commented to a fellow disciple beside him.
“Hmph, so what if they look noble and virtuous? Didn’t that First-Seat Disciple Ye Xiuwen die before he even completed the Sect’s mission? If you ask me, a person should know how to navigate the intricacies of human relations and curry favour with the right people. Otherwise, no matter how strong you are, you’ll still meet your own doom in the end.” The fellow disciple mocked contemptuously as he cast a disgusted look at the Heavenly Peak disciples some distance away.
Worst of all, these disciples had not even...