"Lu Daoyou and I, as well as Di Yao, shared a life-and-death friendship back then. If you think you're tough enough, I'll take you on anytime!" The woman on the Thunder-Treading Pegasus, the Silver-Faced Rakshasa, lightly leveled the spear in her hand. The Thunder-Treading Pegasus let out a soft whinny as she challenged Zhou Tong.
"After all, he is an old friend of the Soaring Heavens Palace. The Mystic Ice Sect cannot neglect proper courtesy." Wen Changyun cast Zhou Tong a sidelong glance. With so many people present, there was no need to say more. After Lu Xiaotian's departure, the Soaring Heavens Palace had declined from its former prosperity. It had subsequently lost two Nascent Soul Cultivators in its successive battles against the Demon Race and Ghost Race in Azurewood Immortal City. Fortunately, Lu Xiaotian had left quite a few Nascent Soul Formation Pills in the Soaring Heavens Palace back then. Along with Peng Dayong, whose luck had been favorable, and Zhu Ling, who had remained behind to handle the palace's miscellaneous affairs and had yet to return, the Soaring Heavens Palace still had four Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Even without Wen Changyun's warning, Zhou Tong would not have dared make another sound under the unfriendly gazes of the Silver-Faced Rakshasa and Di Yao. Over the years, he had benefited greatly from the successive wars against the Demon Race. Coupled with several fortuitous encounters of his own, his cultivation had now reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, leaving him only one step away from becoming a great cultivator.
But compared with the Silver-Faced Rakshasa and Di Yao, the two great cultivators, Zhou Tong naturally did not dare provoke them openly again. Moreover, Wen Changyun—the strongest expert on the Azurewood Continent and its only great cultivator at the True