Wei Yang was stunned when she heard that. In the end, she could only give An Ning a thumbs-up and say, "Fine, you win. I'm convinced."
It was obvious that she truly was convinced.
From their exchange, Li Tianming could also tell that their personalities simply clashed a little. Though they bickered and competed, their underlying relationship was actually quite good.
"With that rotten temper of yours, you need to rein it in. Don't scare Little Tianming away," Wei Wenlan said helplessly.
"Madam, it's fine. I can take it..." Li Tianming said.
Wei Wenlan could only smile. "That's good, then. A newborn calf fears no tiger."
Though Li Tianming was under immense pressure, the atmosphere of their conversation remained quite relaxed.
An Tianshu and An Qing were also beside Li Tianming. The two of them were nervous beyond measure, especially An Qing. She would be fighting alongside Li Tianming later, and even her toes were trembling.
"Everyone's almost here. It should be starting soon. Where's Heavenly Street?" An Qing looked up at the sky.
After the First Banquet ended, the banquet platform had vanished. Now, atop the Divine Emperor Terrace, there was only a vast emptiness.
Just as An Qing looked upward, a seven-colored auspicious cloud five times the size of the previous banquet platform suddenly drifted over from the depths of the Divine Tomb Cult!
That banquet platform had already been enormous, enough for tens of thousands of young people to fight upon. Yet this seven-colored auspicious cloud was half the size of the Divine Emperor Terrace itself!
The seven-colored auspicious cloud was wrapped in colored mist, like a realm of immortals—beautiful beyond compare, ethereal and detached from the mortal world. Palace halls and lofty pavilions seemed to stand upon it in neat rows, dreamlike and fantastical, wondrous beyond