The Immortal Bow Hall disciples closed their eyes to adjust their breathing, entering a cultivation state, turning a deaf ear to the various filthy words from the Blood Fiend Sect and Yama Mountain disciples.
After a while, the disciples of Blood Fiend Sect and Yama Mountain found it dull, so they grudgingly fell silent.
In the next two days, disciples from the other seven Immortal Sects arrived one after another.
By this time, the ten Immortal Sects of the Western Desolate had gathered on the Immortal Platform.
"Senior Sister Biyu, when does the grand tournament among the disciples of the ten Immortal Sects begin?"
Seeing all the disciples of the ten Immortal Sects have gathered, yet the immortals remain unmoved as if waiting for something, Lianyue Fairy felt curious and couldn't help but ask softly.
