Fearing the threat posed by the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race cultivators, many people abandoned the idea of challenging Ling Tian. On the battle platform, cultivators came and went, fighting fiercely. Ling Tian, meanwhile, continued propping his chin up with one hand, looking utterly bored.
However, Ling Tian's repeated refusals to fight only strengthened many cultivators' suspicions that he was acting this way because his soul injuries had yet to heal. For a time, quite a few cultivators from opposing factions began plotting how to take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate him. They simply hadn't figured out how to counter the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race's assassination techniques, so they didn't dare step onto the platform rashly.
At the Immortal Spirit Palace's position on the upper left, a vicious glint flashed in Situ Feiying's eyes as he looked toward Ling Tian. He turned to Hua Min'er, who was not far away, and asked in confusion, "Given Hua Min'er's usual temperament, she would have taken the platform to challenge Ling Tian by now. Why doesn't she seem at all inclined to make a move today?"
Frowning slightly, Wen Jian shook his head. "Perhaps she disdains challenging someone who's injured. Min'er is a proud person."
Situ Feiying only half-believed Wen Jian. Then he asked tentatively, "Jian'er, do you think Ling Tian's injuries have healed? If you faced him now, what chance would you have of winning?"
Wen Jian was naturally clever enough to know Situ Feiying was testing him. He shook his head. "I don't know. Soul injuries aren't easy to heal. I still can't see through Ling Tian, so I don't know what my chances would be."
"Junior Brother, why don't you go up there and spar with him? He's the only person who's ever defeated you," Wen Dao urged.
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