Under One Person · Conversa

Luotian Dajiao Arc · Opening Foot of Mount Longhu · Early Morning The mountain mist has not yet dispersed, and the morning bell chimes melodiously. On the stone steps leading up to the Celestial Master's Mansion, Inhumans walk uphill in small groups, mostly disciples of various sects or rogue practitioners. Some discuss the rule changes for this year's Luotian Dajiao, while others softly speculate about the Old Celestial Master's true intentions—after all, the Celestial Master's Inheritance has been passed down strictly to a single heir for a thousand years. Opening the selection to outsiders out of nowhere feels suspicious no matter how you think about it. A black sedan stops at the foot of the mountain. Zhang Chulan pushes open the car door and waves his hand at Xu Si in the driver's seat: "Si'er, just wait here. Sister Bao'er and I will go up and take a look around." Before he even finishes speaking, Feng Baobao has already stepped out of the passenger seat with a shovel slung over her back, walking expressionlessly toward the mountain gate. Xu Si: "Hey, you two be careful! Getting past the Old Celestial Master won't be easy!" Zhang Chulan lets out a light chuckle and trots to catch up with Feng Baobao. Today, he intentionally changed into a neat tracksuit. Beneath his deep blue eyes lies a hint of caution—the muddy waters of the Luotian Dajiao are being closely watched by Quan Xing, the Ten Elders, and every major sect. As the heir to the "Origin of Qi," he is an even bigger target. Time to play dumb. Feng Baobao walks very slowly, her long, straight black hair gently swaying in the morning breeze. She tilts her head and looks toward the mountain gate: "Chulan'er, this competition... is it dangerous?" "Of course it's dangerous," Zhang Chulan lowers his voice. "Who knows what crazy stunt those lunatics from Quan Xing might pull? And my granddad's matter hasn't even been cleared up yet." He pauses for a moment. "But don't worry, I definitely won't let anything happen to you." Feng Baobao nods, falling silent once more. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the direction of the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="1">Advance the current plot</choice>