The fifth day after the Ten Thousand Souls Tournament.
Ye Xiao was at his residence cultivating, digesting the various insights gained from the tournament.
Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the door.
"Where is Ye Xiao? Xuantian Pavilion's elder is here, you should hurry out to welcome him!"
Ye Xiao's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
He opened his eyes, extended his Divine Sense, and sensed seven or eight people standing outside the door. The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in Xuantian Pavilion elder attire, exuding the pressure of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
"Here we go again," Chiyou's voice carried mockery, "This Xuantian Pavilion is truly persistent."
"Last time they sent a disciple, this time they directly sent an elder." Ye Xiao stood up and adjusted his robe, "Seems like my last refusal was too polite; they must think I was playing hard to get."
Pushing the door open, Ye Xiao saw the middle-aged man.
