Will You Really Not Be Able to Climb Up?

"Heh heh, I'm not nervous. This is just the perfect chance to do a little sightseeing. Not bad at all!"

Yi Feng smiled leisurely, standing on the flying boat and gazing at the distant scenery with a contented expression.

Yi Feng's words immediately drew a look from Jiang Zuo, who had been calming his mind and focusing his spirit.

Sightseeing?

Was he naive, or simply stupid?

Did he not know what he was about to face?

The Tianba Sect.

One of the Martial Realm's undisputed sacred lands.

Under the Tianba Sect's rule, there were more than a hundred sects the size of the Hundred Refining Sect.

It could be said that every grand competition was an occasion where the geniuses of the major sects gathered together.

Though they knew full well they could not possibly match the Tianba Sect's disciples, these Lower Sects would still fight tooth and nail among themselves. Few were like the Hundred Refining Sect, who had smashed the jar and given up on it.

It was clear enough how fierce the competition would be.

Just imagine it: someone like Yi Feng, with barely any strength, competing against a whole group of Favored Children of Heaven. What would the result be?

Without a doubt, he would be beaten black and blue!

"You'd better not be thinking like that."

Jiang Zuo said coldly.

"Why? Is the Tianba Sect's scenery not beautiful?" Yi Feng asked in return.

Jiang Zuo's face twitched.

His expression darkened. He realized that talking to Yi Feng was like playing the lute to a cow—nothing but wasted breath.

He simply shut his mouth and did not say another word to Yi Feng.

Jiang You beside him gave a helpless bitter smile. He likewise said nothing further, instead sitting cross-legged and beginning to regulate his breath