Lán Wènxīn's sleeves drifted in the wind as her Spiritual Energy fell like starlight, her voice carrying a strange, alluring quality.
"Everyone, whichever faction can hold out to the end and emerge victorious will receive two admission slots to the Celestial Immortal Academy! I hope you will all give it your utmost!"
With a flick of her slender hand, seventy-two dragon-shaped incense pillars shot up from the earth's veins, each wreathed in a different Daoist rhyme.
Chapter 523