Luo Qianqian looked at Wang Mazi, her lips curving slightly as she said in a clear voice, "’A simple robe, white hair, laughing at the spring breeze, Cuckoo’s call during a rainy, smoky day.’ Quite an elegant mood indeed. I am Luo Shiqi, nice to meet you."

Luo Yanhai was directly taken aback by Luo Qianqian’s words. Has this child forgotten what kind of occasion it is now? They’re actually here making friends during the competition? Is this for real?

Wang Mazi also stared blankly at Luo Qianqian. Who knew his name could have such an interpretation? Wasn’t it because his dad was Mazi, that he got this name? Instantly, his impression of this seemingly well-behaved little girl improved drastically.

Wang Mazi’s fellow disciples were also quite surprised. Nobody expected that when they first heard the name, they laughed out loud, because the name really is especially amusing. They were later totally shocked by this little junior’s skills, making them not dare to laugh again.

And when they were on missions, they always used codenames, never exposing their real names.

Just now, when Wang Mazi was stuttering, they were also a bit startled, but it brought about some understanding. In this fair and open arena, using codenames is certainly not appropriate.

Luo Qianqian understood why they laughed, but she also didn’t like it. After all, names and body come from parents; who else has the right to laugh?

Names are just codenames, that’s all.

Nonetheless, seeing He Wenyu’s smiling face, she helplessly shook her head.

After all... Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Ermaozi...

"Now, let’s invite the director of this arena to make a speech for our competition, officially announcing the start of our event!" The emcee’s words still gripped the whole arena’s attention.

Applause thundered, not only in their arena but in the other three as well.

To Luo Qianqian’s surprise, it wasn’t someone from the VIP seats who served as the director, but a young man in a robe adorned with gold and silver threads, a face somewhat reminiscent of Huangfu Yihui. He slowly walked to the forefront of all the teams, stopping in front of a sound device, his head projected to the back screen in the VIP section...

The sound device is an auxiliary tool that amplifies sound throughout the entire arena, a spontaneous creation from the artifact refining workshops, akin to a loudspeaker. The difference is that only those cultivated can use the sound device, whereas loudspeakers are for everyone. The sound device is essentially a medium, while a loudspeaker is a tool.

A steady and resonant voice spread across the hall through the sound device: "I, Huangfu Huang, representing the Southern Li Royal Family, and the judging panel for this competition, hereby declare the Sect Elite Tournament officially open!"

The applause thundered again, cheers pierced the skies, echoing the excitement of the audience.

In contrast, aside from excitement, the teams on the field also showed a lot of nervousness.

They never imagined they would see the reformation of the Cultivation World, nor did they ever think they would have the chance to participate in such an event. A mixture of anxiety and excitement painted their faces with an indescribable expression.

In contrast, both Huangfu Yihui and Huangfu Yanyao looked solemn, showing no excitement.

Once the applause subsided and the field became somewhat quiet, the prince continued: "I hope to see the flair of the younger generation from each sect here, achieving notable results. In the name of the sect’s honor, let your brilliance shine!"

The applause rang out again, whistles and cheers intermingled, each contestant’s eyes on the field burned brightly. This was their stage, their opportunity to prove themselves to their sect!

Huangfu Huang slowly exited the stage as the emcee with a smile stepped forward, approaching the sound device: "Next, let’s begin the draw for the first round of competition. I will draw the lucky audience members who will determine your opponents."

The high ticket prices must certainly offer some value in return, and this is the audience’s only chance to be in the spotlight.

Stopping in front of the box held by the maids, he reached into the first box.

Slowly pulling out a small wooden ball painted gold, the emcee glanced, then smiled: "Looks like this time the lucky one will be coming from the VIP zone."

A chorus of groans arose, but they’d rather it be from the VIP section than someone next to them, lessening the sting of disappointment.

Hearing this, Luo Qianqian’s heart suddenly skipped a beat for some reason.

Another small wooden ball was slowly drawn from the second box, and the emcee smiled: "Looks like the lucky audience will be in row thirteen."

This time, not only Luo Qianqian but everyone from the Nine Heavens Pavilion sensed something off.

Because the thirteenth row was precisely the spot where Old Master Luo and his group were seated...

"Number eight seat, row thirteen, VIP section!"

The third ball was also pulled out by the emcee, and Luo Qianqian felt her mind go a bit dizzy, her steps faltering. What kind of luck was this? Should she go buy a lottery ticket?

Old Master Luo looked bewildered, gazing left and right, confirming that he was indeed the lucky one in the VIP section, row thirteen, seat eight. He too was dumbfounded.

Then, under the guidance of the attendant, he slowly walked to the stage, dressed in a red Tang suit, leaving no doubt which family’s VIP he belonged to.

With an utterly confused expression, he proceeded to draw the lots with an innocent look in his eyes.

The emcee leaned over beside Old Master Luo: "Sir, is there a sect you favor?"

Old Master Luo pulled out a small wooden ball from the box, still dazed, yet he replied without a second’s hesitation, "Of course, the Nine Heavens Pavilion."

What sort of scene hasn’t the old master seen? But being a lucky audience member is a first in this lifetime. He felt a tad excited, but that was about it.

His grandchildren were on the stage, and he was proud of them.

"Alright, the old master has drawn an opponent."

"In the first round of the preliminary, match one, Sky Inquiry Tower against Qingyun Sect." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

...

"In the first round of the preliminary, match four, Nine Heavens Pavilion against Blessed Land Cave Heaven."

"Overbearing Sect gets a bye."

...

Luo Qianqian’s expression twitched immediately, her grandfather’s luck was unbelievably astonishing!

Throwing the strongest recognized team in the arena at them just like that?!

Right now, she just wanted to drag the old man to wash his hands, wondering if he hadn’t washed after using the restroom, causing their bad luck...

Huangfu Yihui couldn’t help muttering, "Old man’s luck is out of this world..."

Luo Qianqian and Luo Shufan wore expressions of resignation. If it had been someone else, they wouldn’t have minded cursing a bit carelessly.

Surprised wasn’t just the Nine Heavens Pavilion group; even those from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect in the audience were stunned, with the contestants from Sky Inquiry Tower casting sympathetic glances at them.

Even against Blessed Land Cave Heaven, their victory wasn’t guaranteed because they truly were formidable opponents.

Once the draw was finished, Old Master Luo waved in Luo Qianqian’s direction with a cheering gesture before returning to his seat under the attendant’s guidance.

However, he saw his son looking all worried, immediately frowning: "What’s wrong now?"

"Dad, just look at this..." Luo Xihan handed over the pamphlet with introductions purchased outside, and the brothers sighed in unison.

The old master quickly scanned through the content, sneering disdainfully: "Can’t you just trust your kids a little? I believe in them." Though he said this, his eyes betrayed a hint of annoyance.