"Are you really going to fight for the winner's spot?" Bai Xiaotian asked worriedly when he saw that Shen Luo truly intended to compete.
After all, there could only be one winner, and it was easy to imagine how fierce the competition would be. Though Shen Luo was no weakling, defeating a cultivator at the Mahayana late stage would still be extremely difficult with his current cultivation.
Moreover, the competitors from the various races would surely include people like Huang Yi. If Shen Luo wanted to contend for victory, the risk would be considerable.
"Relax. I'm not some greenhorn fresh out of the thatched cottage. How could I not know what's at stake? Once I'm inside, I'll act as the situation demands. I won't be reckless." Shen Luo gave him a slap and smiled.
"Alas, Master expressly forbade me from joining in this time. Otherwise, I'd have gone in with you." Bai Xiaotian sighed.
"Brother, your master won't let you go, but mine never said I couldn't. Brother Shen, how about I..."
"No."
Before Bai Xiaoyun could finish, Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian interrupted him in unison.
"You're only at the mid-out-of-body stage. What are you joining in for? Are you in a hurry to hand them your head?" Bai Xiaotian snapped.
"Listen to your brother. I'll be fine," Shen Luo added with a smile.
"All right..."
Seeing Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian playing good cop and bad cop, their stance plain as day, Bai Xiaoyun lost all interest in arguing.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
More and more information about the Three Realms Martial Meet emerged, setting all of Chang'an City abuzz.
The cultivators and ordinary people who had come to watch, both inside and outside the city, talked of nothing but the