The first thousand members of the Feather Alliance Hall were far too weak. In one peril after another, they could barely be of any help.
Instead, they had become burdens. And if they failed to grow stronger from here on, they would still be burdens to Sikong Jing.
The geniuses of every race and every hall were also training within the Dark Demon Small World.
Everyone was constantly improving. If they continued like this, the gap would only be pulled farther and farther apart.
What was it that made them panic?
It was the inability to see any hope. Even if they chased with all their lives, they could not even glimpse the tails of the strong. In the Dark Demon Small World, being unable to see meant death. Perhaps death itself was not so frightening to them...
What was frightening was this: they could do nothing, and then they would be finished.
Yu Tang and Senior Brother Xie did not know what to do. They could only cling to the faintest thread of hope and come seek Sikong Jing's help.
Staring at the two of them in astonishment, Sikong Jing asked doubtfully, "You two, I'm only someone from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, while no matter what, you are among the top hundred of the Feather Alliance Hall's younger generation. It seems I still haven't..."
Before he could finish, Yu Tang shook her head heavily...
"In martial cultivation, those who have attained mastery come first."
"It has nothing to do with any world, nor does it have anything to do with our origins. We only know that Senior Brother Sikong is someone we admire."
Their first encounter had been before the Extreme Prison Sky Tower.
Yu Tang had watched Sikong Jing up close as he drew the ninetieth