As she listened to the sudden sound, Luo Qianqian was taken aback. She looked back instinctively, only to see a man in silver metal armor standing next to them, looking at Luo Yanhai with a cold smile, his mocking tone undisguised.

"Do I look chic?" Luo Yanhai walked toward the man, clenching his fists tightly. Luo Shufan, beside him, clearly felt the taut muscles and the spiritual power about to explode from him.

Suddenly, he grabbed his brother’s arm: "Brother!"

Luo Yanhai turned to look at Luo Shufan, took a deep breath, and barely calmed himself down. He clenched his teeth tightly, not letting his mood affect others. This person who appeared out of nowhere, who knows what his purpose was, he could not fall into the trap.

If it were just him, then, he would just fight; who cares about anything else? But he understood that the Nine Heavens Pavilion was not his alone. If he acted impulsively, it wouldn’t just affect him but also his siblings, the entire Luo Family, and the entire Nine Heavens Pavilion.

Luo Qianqian didn’t have the chance to speak just now, carefully observing the other person’s expression, and apparently, the other person was sizing them up as well.

With a look of loneliness, she glanced at the other person: "Uncle, what’s wrong? Are you lost? Do you need our help?"

When the few realized the stiffness on the man’s face, they couldn’t help but chuckle secretly. Was it necessary to react like this just because he was called uncle?

"Little sister, do you want to join us? Our sect warmly welcomes pretty little sisters." He walked in disregarding that this was someone else’s territory just because he saw this girl, Luo Qianqian. Knowing how rare females are along the cultivation path, unexpectedly seeing one in an unfamiliar sect, how could he not be excited? With his eyesight, he could tell that this girl was a Primordial Yin Body, not of the Flower Sect kind.

"I have a cleanliness fetish; I won’t go to places where filthy things stay." Luo Qianqian still smiled sweetly at him, showing no sign of crisis awareness: "If you don’t leave, you’ll soon know what our survival value is."

"What is it?" Bai Yizhu was also a bit curious.

"Punishing evil and promoting good, protecting those we love."

Luo Qianqian’s eyes were bright as she took out a Silver Needle, clasping it between two fingers: "I’m not the best in medicine; if there are any mishaps, I won’t be responsible."

The man fled in panic. How could this girl not follow the script at all? And that Silver Needle truly gave him a sense of crisis...

When a gaze landed on them, Luo Qianqian unceremoniously glared back. What a joke; when had she ever been afraid of anyone?

When her gaze landed on the VIP seat, she saw that menacing gaze in front of her grandfather. That person, she had seen once. Although it was only a brief encounter, she must have seen him.

In the Southern Li Border City, in the courtyard where Huangfu Yihui was imprisoned.

"Who is that?" Luo Qianqian’s voice unconsciously took on a tone of seriousness.

"The Border City Great General, Yin Ao." Huangfu Yihui glanced over and then turned his gaze back to the arena, his voice not carrying any ripples: "An absolute supporter of imperial authority."

Did that imply he was the Southern Li Emperor’s person?

Luo Qianqian understood and said no more.

When her gaze moved forward to the person in front of Yin Ao, she was even more surprised to recognize yet another familiar face, seated in the very front row.

One of them was the elder she had ’encountered’ by chance in the forest, whom Yan knew. And beside him, in the central position, was a man in a dark robe with a jade crown on his head, looking serene and emotionless, like a sage. In his hand was a scepter with a gold tip.

This person’s aura was unmatched by those around him. Even though he sat there calmly, he gave the impression that he was the center of this space. Even though Southern Li Emperor was behind him.

Though he appeared somewhat old, it was still easy to spot him at a glance.

On his other side sat another old man, skinny and gloomy with dark hair and a beard, wearing a green robe. He appeared a bit younger than the one in the center. With a golden crown on his head, he had slightly narrowed eyes that gave off an unapproachable vibe. Though thin, he still conveyed an indomitable presence.

Beside the green-robed elder sat a young man. Even with a mask on, Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but twitch her lips slightly for a moment.

Though he hid his identity, Luo Qianqian recognized him instantly, and she knew all too well why Yan would disguise himself to appear on their grounds.

This person was none other than Mo.

Mo was dressed in a dark red robe, matching their attire quite well. On his head was the Moonlight Ink Jade Crown, symbolizing his identity.

As the Poison Saint, he was entirely qualified to sit in that spot.

Beside him was a person draped in a golden robe, completely obscuring themselves, making it impossible to tell if they were male or female. However, judging by the platinum scepter in their hand, it was safe to assume their status wasn’t low either.

At that moment, Mo seemed to sense Luo Qianqian’s gaze. Their eyes met, and he winked at her, smiling broadly.

"... Next on stage is the Star Path’s top-ranked Nine Heavens Pavilion."

The announcer’s voice echoed throughout the venue, and Lin Jiayou appeared at the right time, leading a crowd on stage.

There were already three teams standing on the field. When they saw their group of seven, each turned to look, a gleam flashing in their eyes.

The red uniforms were well-tailored, standing out compared to their assembly-line cultivation clothes, especially Luo Qianqian’s cheongsam, which drew a few extra glances.

Luo Shufan began grinding his teeth immediately, clenching his fists and muttering curses: "What are you looking at? Look again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!"

"Cough cough..." Luo Yanhai was helpless; he was just advising him to calm down, and in the blink of an eye, he forgot?

"Brother, let the Forget Worries Tea House roll out a batch of cheongsams and sell them at high prices, limited edition." Luo Qianqian, however, was not at all worried, looking at the eager eyes in the audience, a smile appearing on her face.

There was no choice. To support a sect, if they didn’t constantly think about earning money, wouldn’t they inevitably collapse?

"Do you need to worry about that? Second Uncle already prepared everything. The first batch of red cheongsams goes on sale tonight." Luo Shufan mentioned this with a smile.

Currently, no one in their competition area used red uniforms; the color red had directly become their exclusive, so wouldn’t the audience be all cheering for them wearing red starting tomorrow?

In terms of business acumen, Second Uncle certainly had more brains.

"H-hello, I’m Wang Mazi, I-I want to be friends with you." Standing next to Luo Qianqian from the team next to Nine Heavens Pavilion, the boy’s cheeks turned bright red as he stuttered, "I’m a disciple of the Sky Inquiry Tower."

An indistinct, low laughter emerged around them.

"Mazi, your face seems quite clean."

"I really don’t understand what his family was thinking."

"Isn’t the Sky Inquiry Tower known for producing assassins? Why would a band of assassins participate in a sect competition? Isn’t a public venue inviting their own humiliation?"