Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The rising sun bathed the sky, and the Sea of Clouds churned.
The enormous plaza was already packed with people.
Yesterday's gloom seemed to have faded considerably with the rising sun. At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
The people of Great Bamboo Peak surrounded Zhang Xiaofan, as though escorting a criminal about to be sent to the execution grounds.
Ye Xuan walked at the very back of the group, a dogtail grass he had plucked from who-knew-where dangling from his mouth. His expression was languid.
He looked at Ninth ahead of him, whose body was stiff and whose arms and legs moved awkwardly as he walked, and could not help rolling his eyes.
This kid's mental fortitude is still too poor.
It's only Lu Xueqi.
It's not like she's some flood or ferocious beast.
Though that woman really does hit hard...
She starts with a big move like Divine Sword Thunder Control True Art at the slightest provocation. She has no idea what it means to stop at the proper point.
"Seventh Senior Brother."
Lin Jingyu came over and lowered his voice, casting a worried glance at Zhang Xiaofan up ahead.
"Xiao Fan... is he all right?"
"I saw that his hands were shaking badly."
Ye Xuan spat out the blade of grass and said casually,
"Shaking is healthier. It's pre-battle excitement."
Lin Jingyu: "..."
What the hell do you mean, pre-battle excitement?
He's obviously scared!
"All right."
"Stop worrying about him."
"Instead of worrying about Xiao Fan getting beaten up, you might as well look forward to the Sect Master True Person's speech later."
Ye Xuan patted Lin Jingyu on the shoulder, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on the distant Sea of Clouds.
As a transmigrator,
Ye Xuan knew the