The news of the first Martial Arts Conference in the Ancient Ruins quickly spread throughout the entire area. Countless experts eagerly prepared to make their mark. Among them were many loose cultivators, as well as people from various other major forces.
But all this was not important in Ling Feng's eyes. Ten days before the appointed date with Heaven's Gate, the Cheng family finally perfected a replica of the Wordless Heavenly Scripture. From its appearance and aura, it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
However, hoping to gain any insights from this fake was nothing but wishful thinking.
"Let's hope it can fool the people of Heaven's Gate!" Ling Feng thought silently as he looked at the Wordless Heavenly Scripture exuding a mysterious aura in his hand.
"By the way, how is Xueer doing now?" Ling Feng turned and asked.
