Zhong Yi frowned. He knew without turning around that it was Han Xian of the Azure Peak Sect.
The creator of the Exquisite Tower Wonderrealm.
Since the last incident when the Spirit Cloud Sect's gates had been blockaded, relations between the Spirit Cloud Sect and the Azure Peak Sect had deteriorated badly.
Han Xian and Zhong Yi had an old grudge, too. Months ago, Han Xian had tried to ambush Zhong Yi at the Ascension Base, only to be trapped on a bridge and thoroughly humiliated.
"How about coming to the Azure Peak Sect for some training?"
An Azure Peak Sect Elder stood behind Han Xian. With someone to back him up, he spoke with greater confidence and made no attempt to hide his sneer.
"I think we can skip the training at the Azure Peak Sect. You'd learn nothing good there, only a heap of crooked tricks."
Chao Wendao glanced at them. A bolt of Purple Divine Thunder struck a millimeter in front of Han Xian, its terrifying pressure frightening him so badly he nearly wet himself.
"Brother Han, isn't it a little early to belittle the Spirit Cloud Sect? Junior Brother Lu hasn't even made his move..."
Zhong Yi noticed the awkward movement of Han Xian's legs and nearly laughed.
"I'm telling you, it won't matter even if he does! Do you know how many cultivators have played the Exquisite Tower Wonderrealm?"
That look from Zhong Yi left Han Xian flushed with anger. With a clap, he displayed the Exquisite Tower Wonderrealm's data before everyone.
"Three days! One hundred thousand! A full hundred thousand!!"
"Tell me, how is a board-and-card-game Illusion Realm supposed to climb the rankings?"
"And how could it possibly draw one hundred thousand cultivators!?"
Just then,
On the lakeside, at the very edge of the