On Liuhe Mountain, the tea party was in full swing.
Unnoticed in the distant clouds hung two figures.
Both wore blue robes of the same style. Among them, an elderly man with an astonishing aura smiled and said, "Great Elder, what do you think of these two?"
Beside him stood a man who appeared somewhat younger, a middle-aged man with a fair complexion and deep, black eyes. He looked out over the distance, giving the impression of the vast sea, blending naturally with the world around him, inspiring awe and reverence.
"They are passable."
The young Great Elder was very indifferent.
The fierce battle between Yuan Chen and Lv Guangliang, two of Yun Zhao Country's geniuses, failed to alter his expression in the slightest.
The corner of the elderly man's eye twitched, but he still nodded with a smile.
"Yuan Chen only ranked fourth in the last competition, and there are still more stunning talents to come,"
the elderly man continued.
