Long Jing and the others of the Spirit Race also spotted Sikong Jing and Su Yuexi.
"Junior Brother Long Jing, aren't we going in?"
Long Yan, who had previously fainted from rage, had already awakened. Murderous intent surged from him as he stared at Sikong Jing and turned to Long Jing.
That was right—Long Jing and the others had not stepped within the ten-li perimeter of the Genius Banquet.
To be exact...
It was not merely that there were no Spirit Race members inside the Emperor Banquet. None of the Spirit Race's younger disciples showed any intention of entering the Genius Banquet.
Aside from the several dozen people around Long Jing, there were also Spirit Race geniuses from various branches and lineages.
Yet every one of them stood perfectly still.
Casting Long Yan a faint glance, Long Jing said, "Why should we of the Spirit Race accept the Celestial Race's test? What a joke."
At Long Jing's words, everyone around them, including Xiao Moli and Min Hang, suddenly understood.
Though they had accepted the Celestial Race's mediation and oversight, how could the Spirit Race, another supreme race, possibly submit to the tests of Celestial Race disciples?
That would be lowering themselves. They stood high above all others.
Long Yan, however, continued to glare fixedly at Sikong Jing, Su Yuexi, and the rest as he asked again, "Then are we just going to stand here and watch without going in?"
What he truly wanted to say was: if we're not taking part in the Genius Banquet, then what the hell did we come here for?
Had I known, I wouldn't have come. I got beaten three times in a row by three people, and you were trampled under the Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing's feet. If we don't enter the Genius Banquet,