"The strongest in formations on the Ancient Cloud Continent? Heh, Brother Qi, you certainly have a big mouth!"
Amid cold laughter, a Spirit Boat that seemed to have flown out of an ink-wash painting came to a stop near Luo Hong and the other two. Two refined middle-aged men stood at its bow, looking at Qi Fang with disdain.
"Hmph! I was wondering who was being so rude. So it was Brother Huo and Brother Mei!
What? Do you two have objections to what I just said?"
The moment Qi Fang recognized the newcomers, his expression darkened. Clearly, these two were his longtime rivals!
"What determines strength is not the inheritances in the Scripture Depository, but the methods one can actually wield.
After this tournament ends, your Qi Yun Academy should also be removed from the Thirty-Six Blessed Lands.
But don't worry. Our Dan Shu Tower will take your place and ensure that the Thirty-Six Blessed Lands still have a place for a formation sect."
Huo Jun waved his folding fan and spoke with immense confidence.
"Heh, are these the Fellow Daoists from your academy who are participating in the tournament? Leaving Fellow Daoist Zhou aside, this Fellow Daoist looks quite unfamiliar. He should not be an elder of Qi Yun Academy, should he?"
Mei Ren shifted his gaze, sweeping it over Luo Hong and Zhou Yuanhua before finally stopping on Luo Hong as he probed.
"Why should Fellow Daoist Mo's background be disclosed to you? Rather than that, you should look after your own participants, so as not to let others seize an opportunity!"
Qi Fang did not wish to dwell on this matter and instead spoke with ill intent.
Although the Ancient Cloud Tournament appeared united and friendly on the surface, there was no shortage of underhanded methods