Pillar of Yita

In the Nightingale professional competition two terms ago, he only narrowly lost to the current world’s number one Nightingale—the King of Nightingales of this generation (definitely not Parker). But in the hearts of countrymen, his status is not much lower than the Ten Kings.

The ’youth’ was inquiring, but suddenly another voice came from behind:

”Handwasher, you’re here too?”

Handwasher was startled for a moment, then turned around. The person walking from there caused a stir in the hall.

The newcomer looked quite ordinary, yet behind him was a lady wearing glasses, who was, nonetheless, a rare beauty. But people’s attention mostly fell on the first person, even many natives recognized this person’s name.

His name is KUN.

Although the Silver Forest Crown is merely the lowest ranked among the top ten domestically, this person’s legend could write a biographical novel.

KUN and the lady behind him had expressions cut from the same mold, both looked very quietly at Handwasher.

The youth nodded: ”You are here too, KUN, Black Tea.”

He extended his hand to Black Tea and KUN.

The lady instinctively wanted to extend her hand, but KUN replied: ”Forget it, I didn’t bring my wallet.” Black Tea’s face changed rapidly upon hearing this, hastily withdrew her hand, and glared viciously at this ’youth’.

Handwasher grinned, only looking innocently at the two of them.

After asking the Elf Ariel, the trio also left together.

The hall had already quieted down completely. ”What’s going on?” People looked at each other, whispering: ”Are these big shots here for a conference in the Southern Region?”

”Or is there something major happening?”

Someone instinctively went to look for news from the community.

But there was no news on the community.

Later, some renowned Invokers arrived one after another, although not as prominent as those before, they were not unknown in the domestic circle. And the last to arrive completely ignited the flames of gossip in people’s hearts.

When people saw that tall Knight walking in from outside, dusty yet determined, they couldn’t help but take a deep breath:

It was Chenxi.

People called him the King of Orlis, the leader of the Four Great Knights, the Sword of Dawn.

But he had an even more widely known title—the Chairman of Silver Weslan.

Chenxi nodded to the crowd, then walked towards Elf Ariel, about to speak. The elf pointed inside and replied: ”They are at the back, you are the last one, Mr. Chenxi.”

Chenxi couldn’t help but smile: ”Long time no see, Ariel.”

The elf then looked up and nodded: ”For you humans, indeed, it’s considered a long time—but three years to me feels just like yesterday.”

Chenxi shrugged upon hearing this.

He didn’t need to turn around to look behind, but he also knew that his appearance here had surely spread to the community.

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The truth differed little from Chenxi’s speculation.

The news of these top Invokers appearing in the Southern Region spread like wings. Those suddenly emerging posts became the hottest topics in the community and were quickly pushed to the top of the bulletin board.

Not only ordinary Invokers and general people were speculating, but it also attracted many Super Competitive League media personnel, who began mobilizing their recent contacts in the Long Lake District, wanting to go to Nevade to investigate.

These posts even caught the attention of the Super Competitive League, which had been monitoring the situation in the Southern Region.

At first, they locked the posts at the bottom, then sent messages to the guilds involved in this event, wanting to know what they were doing there. However, the guilds responded simply—just selecting newcomers.

As for who the newcomers are, none of the participants in this gathering spoke up.

Hence the spokespersons of the guilds could only follow suit, stating they had no comment. Fortunately, the Super Competitive League also knew that every few years, major guilds develop promising newcomers, and the Hall of Thousand Doors at this level is no secret.

Therefore, after understanding the situation, they did not continue to inquire further.

After all, although the league governs the guilds, in a way, it is also the spokesperson for these top Grand Guilds. The relationship between both sides is cooperative yet competitive, and while the league represents financial capital, that capital must be invested in these Grand Guilds to operate.

Of course—

For these participants, this series of waves on the community and the actions of the major guilds and the league might not be important at this moment. Even for the leaders, they might not know about the numerous happenings on the community.

And at the center of this whirlpool, Fang Hong was completely unaware of the outside world.

In the forest behind the Fairy Residence in Nevade, there is a small patch of verdant forest clearing. Surrounded by three massive ancient oak trees, there’s a suspended platform, due to the private nature of the area, few know of its existence.

Apparently, this does not include Odin, a friend of the master of Nevade.

And this King of Warriors was standing in the center of the platform, holding his sword parallel, the blade crossing his shoulder, the tip pointing diagonally at Fang Hong—only then did he speak: ”Among several major starting moves for Great Swordsmen, Bull Position is the most common for Invokers, simply because it’s handy—it allows for both thrust and slash, and is beneficial for defense.”

He looked at the latter, hooked his hand: ”Next, you may try—”

Between the two, stood the Energy Angel still on the platform. Fang Hong checked his Construct’s status, then nodded, raising his right hand, commanding the Energy Angel to swiftly unsheathe its sword—like a streak of narrow silver light shooting towards Odin.