"Don't flatter yourself." Ji Fuyao's voice was calm. "The White Lotus Sect has long harbored wild ambitions and plotted this battle for a long time. Why would they mobilize their forces over a mere Foundation Establishment disciple like you?"
"Nor is it because of what you brought out of that secret realm."
"In the end, it's nothing more than an excuse."
He paused briefly. The air around them seemed to grow heavier at her words, and an invisible killing intent spread through the area. "The battle began three days ago. The battlefields are now divided into three areas according to cultivation level: the blood-soaked battlefield for Foundation Establishment cultivators, the killing ground for Purple Mansion cultivators, and the arena where Golden Core True Lords face off!"
Ji Fuyao's gaze settled on Jiang Tian again, his decision leaving no room for question. "Your cultivation is unstable, and your edge still needs honing. None of these three battlefields is a good place for you. You shouldn't take part."
"Besides," Ji Fuyao continued, his gaze as sharp as a torch, "although the True Lords of the Three Sects know full well this battle didn't begin because of you, their many disciples may still blame you out of resentment."
His tone shifted. "More troublesome still, the White Lotus Sect disciples have probably already etched your face into their minds. The moment you step onto the Foundation Establishment Battlefield, those demonic brats will be like jackals scenting blood, rushing to hunt you down!"
"The Golden Core True Lords are fighting over the West Sea of Cangwu Continent." Ji Fuyao's phantom raised a hand, as if sketching out the territory in the air.
"But the battlefield where the Purple Mansion cultivators fight to the death and the one where Foundation Establishment cultivators battle are... not very