Even now, thinking about it, Mo Hua still felt somewhat bitter.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but curl his lips, muttering in his heart:
“Looking down on me…”
Mo Hua considered himself not to be petty, but he needed to stand up for himself.
This matter had to be addressed sooner or later.
That bun must be eaten back one day.
“Qian Daoist Sect!”
Mo Hua hummed softly, remembering it in his heart.
The surrounding Elders and other upper-level cultivators from various sects and families stood up, congratulating the winning disciple.
The Array Competition, although less attended by disciples,
seemed to have more Elders watching, due perhaps to the unique status of formations, than previous Alchemy, Artifact, and Rune Competitions.
The top-ranked disciple from the Shen Family returned the greetings respectfully, however, his face still held traces of arrogance.
The Elders of the Qian Daoist Sect all had smiles on their faces, appearing dignified yet arrogant, exchanging pleasantries with others.
As if the first place in the Array Competition was expectedly in the bag for Qian Daoist Sect.
The Array Competition thus concluded.
…
After a while, it was time for the most important event, the Sword Discussion Conference.
The Sword Discussion Conference was also held at Mount of Tao.
Upon reaching Mount of Tao, Mo Hua realized what it meant for an event to truly be a grand affair.
The entire Mount of Tao was indeed bustling with noise and excitement like a sea of people.
The mountain was densely packed with disciples from various sects.
Nearly every disciple’s face showed excitement, anticipation, envy, and aspiration among other emotions.
Usually, such expressions only appear on the faces of disciples during yearly holidays.
Mo Hua was also infected by the atmosphere, feeling a thrill in his heart.
Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, and Hao Xuan were also there.
Especially Cheng Mo, who had also advanced to the Foundation Building Middle Stage, had nothing to do the following year, so he ran to Mount of Tao every day.