On the second morning, Ye Qingtang and the others from the top ten arrived at the entrance of the Immortal Footsteps Mystic Realm.
Jiang Shaobai stood naturally beside Ye Qingtang. The incessant yawns coming out from his mouth made no secret of his half-awake state as he stood there with his eyelids heavy.
Ye Qingtang's gaze swept around. Other than Jiang Shaobai and her, there were eight other people.
Five of them were from the top ten of last year's championship while the other three were new.
"Please wait a little, the Immortal Footsteps Mystic Realm will open soon," said the old man in charge of sending them into the Immortal Footsteps Mystic Realm.
