We soon arrived at the deep ravine I had visited with Zhao Jian before. Following the mountain wall as it wound downward, we found that the once-lush sea of Greenwood had vanished without a trace. All that remained were the hollowed walls of green jade stone, covered in all kinds of murals. They were intricate and magnificent, and clearly quite old—probably painted by the Ancestral Founder of the Dao or disciples from successive generations. In some places, there were even carvings proclaiming that someone had visited. It seemed that no matter where they went, living beings could never resist leaving their mark behind.
Zi Jiang followed right behind me the whole way and was deeply awed by these ruins as well. She said nothing on the surface, but when I glanced back, I found that her eyes had long since left me. Only after realizing that I had turned around did she hurriedly meet my gaze with a furrowed brow.
"What? Can't stand the sight of me?" Unable to help myself, I answered her hostile gaze with a smile.
Zi Jiang kept her brow furrowed. "Why are you a peerless first-grade?"
"If you can be a superior second-grade, why can't I be a peerless first-grade? Do you usually show hostility toward everyone stronger than you?" I asked.
"No." Zi Jiang clearly had no intention of following the line of thought I had suggested.
"I heard you were all disciples recommended by the Divine Throne, so you're hostile toward me because I'm not a disciple of the Divine Throne—is that it?" I quickly changed the subject.
"You're not Xia the Great. Your real name should be Xia Yitian, right?" Zi Jiang asked warily.
"Oh? How did you come to that conclusion?" I was instantly curious. I hadn't expected even a minor