Over the next few days, Jiang Ping An followed Wang Ren, feeding horses while studying.
Whenever he encountered something he did not understand in cultivation, the other man only needed to point it out once for him to grasp it, greatly speeding up his progress.
However, this peace lasted only four days.
That day, someone from the Vast Mist Sect arrived, and Jiang Ping An was summoned to the Back Mountain.
Many geniuses stopped cultivating and stared at a young man with reverence.
The youth was around seventeen, dressed in a long green robe. He was well-proportioned, neither fat nor thin, with a green sword cradled in his arms. His tied-up long hair swayed gently in the wind.
The moment Jiang Ping An appeared, the youth abruptly raised his gaze and fixed it firmly on him.
At that instant, Jiang Ping An felt immense pressure. Among those of the same realm, he had only felt such pressure from Jin Lin.
"Are you Jiang Ping An?"
Zhou Feng's dark eyes were filled with detached coldness.
"Yes. What is it?" Jiang Ping An calmly met his gaze.
"Were you the one who killed that idiot Ma Wei?" Zhou Feng asked.
"No." Jiang Ping An's expression did not change.
Zhou Feng drew his sword. "Whether you did or not, that idiot disgraced the Vast Mist Sect. I'm taking back a top-ten spot. Fight me."
Jiang Ping An furrowed his brows. "The selection has already ended."
"The selection was meant to choose the ten most outstanding people to compete for Black Wind County. I want to compete. You aren't worthy."
Zhou Feng suddenly drew his sword. Terrifying sword qi split open the sky, giving Jiang Ping An no time to prepare before slashing directly at him.
Jiang Ping An tried to dodge, only to