Could He Take First Place?

Miao Xia sent Miao Jing flying out, leaving only Jiang Ping An and Miao Xia in the room.

Miao Xia folded her arms across her chest and lifted those soul-hooking eyes to Jiang Ping An. "Don't listen to that old man's nonsense. I don't mean that with you, so don't misunderstand."

"I understand."

There was not a ripple in Jiang Ping An's eyes.

Miao Xia was instead surprised to see how calm Jiang Ping An was.

When other male disciples saw her, they were either reverent or greedy. This fellow, like Wang Yang, was so calm and composed.

Wang Yang cultivated Righteous Qi, so his thoughts had to be proper. What was with this fellow, then?

"Don't tell me you're some old monster who's cultivated for tens of thousands of years?"

Only those old fellows could stay calm in the face of a woman like her. She had heard that Cultivators from the Lower Realm were restricted by the laws of heaven and earth, making breakthroughs slow, so Miao Xia guessed that Jiang Ping An was quite old.

"Reporting to Senior Sister, I am just over two hundred years old."

Jiang Ping An answered.

"So young!"

That truly surprised Miao Xia.

For someone in the Lower Realm to reach this level at such an age, Jiang Ping An really was outstanding.

Miao Xia took out another bottle of wine and poured a large mouthful into her mouth. She let out an unladylike burp, then asked, "Can you take first place in this tournament?"

"Reporting to Senior Sister, this junior is a Cultivator from the Lower Realm, with limited talent. The other disciples entered the Domain Realm long ago and have mastered Domain power and immortal arts. It will be difficult for this junior to contend against them. It would already