Outside the boundary, the Cultivators and Elders watching the competition were already engaged in lively discussions.
The topics were invariably about Song Yan and Li Yi.
Yang Wenxuan sat in the Elder's seat, his gaze deep as he watched Song Yan, his mind calculating something unknown.
Beside him stood a young female Disciple, remarkably beautiful, bearing a slight resemblance to Qin Ying.
"Has the Qin Family had any contact with this person?"
The young woman seemed unsurprised by Elder Yang's sudden voice transmission: "I heard that Elder Sister once tried, but the other party refused..."
Yang Wenxuan nodded slightly: "Oh? Why?"
"This person is a Disciple under Qin Xijun."
Hearing this name, Yang Wenxuan subtly turned his head, his peripheral vision glancing at Qin Xijun.
He shook his head slightly and sighed: "Every family has its own difficult scriptures to recite..."
"Elder Yang, do we need to..."
The young woman's meaning was clear.
