Granny Bizhu made a graceful turn and stopped in midair. Without showing it, she quickly surveyed her surroundings.
She had fought in the Lost Realm more than once and knew its rules well.
The Starlight Saint Tower, shining in the distant Starry Sky, had also told her where she was.
True Lord Chongguang had followed Wei Xun's instructions to the letter, choosing a very fair area. The only Floating Island here belonged neither to Sea Fishing Tower nor to Jueming Island.
Though Floating Islands were theoretically required to treat all Human Race cultivators equally, places controlled by different factions inevitably showed varying degrees of favoritism. It was something no one could avoid.
But Yang Valley was famous in the Lost Realm for its impartiality. It devoted itself solely to fighting the Sea Race.
As long as they didn't fight directly on the Floating Island, no one would interfere, even if she and Jiang Wang fought until heaven and earth were turned upside down.
This was good.
This was wonderful!
When the Sect Master decided to cast Jiang Wang and her into the same area, she had already rekindled her hope.
She had ample confidence in her strength and in the accumulation she had built up over so many years.
Jiang Wang might be a young Prodigy, and time might be his greatest friend, but when it came to accumulation, time was also his greatest enemy. He couldn't possibly have enough experience—not nearly enough.
Of course, he would have some good things on him. His friends had made one small gesture after another when seeing him off, and she had seen them all clearly.
But it didn't matter.
Of course it didn't.
All of it would become her nourishment, helping her draw close to Divine Presence once more...
She had already