"Yes, yes, none of us will intervene! We'll just watch!"
"That's right. You two can fight without worrying about us!"
The prodigies from the other star domains around them chimed in.
Although each had their own calculations, they all tacitly maintained a wait-and-see stance.
After all, neither the Origin Hall's Holy Maiden nor the Mystic Sanctuary's Holy Son was someone they could afford to offend lightly.
Sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight was the wisest choice right now.
"Qin Yan, you see? These prodigies are all hoping we'll fight to the death so they can reap the fisherman's reward. Fighting me now would be truly unwise."
Jiang Mian tried to reason with him.
There was a note of urgency in her voice as she tried to use the situation around them to shake Qin Yan's resolve.
Jiang Mian felt terribly aggrieved.
She was the exalted Holy Maiden of the Origin Hall. Normally, wherever she went, she was the moon surrounded by stars, the focus of every eye.
Yet now she had to speak to Qin Yan in such a meek, pleading manner.
The humiliation burned in her heart like a ball of fire.
But circumstances were stronger than she was, and she had no choice but to bow her head.
Where on earth did Zhao Tianji go? Why hasn't he shown up yet? Jiang Mian thought anxiously.
If Zhao Tianji were here beside her, Qin Yan would not dare attack her even if he were given ten thousand times the courage.
Zhao Tianji was the Origin Hall's Holy Son, his strength only slightly inferior to hers. Together, they could contend with any powerful enemy.
Yet ever since entering the Emperor Fall Land, Zhao Tianji had vanished as though evaporating into thin air. There had been no word