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But now...

The Sect Master of the Hall of Samsara called out, "This competition will take place at the top of the tower. Make your own way up."

Everyone present was an Immortal. Some rode swords, some rode enchanted gourds, others rode blades... The methods were as varied as flowers in a garden. Reaching the top was no great feat.

The Spirit Sword Sect Disciples moved first, using Sword Flight to reach the top floor.

The tower was even taller than they had imagined. By the time they reached the top, they had passed through the clouds.

Once they had landed securely, they found an exceptionally spacious arena. Spectator stands had already been arranged around it, with tables, chairs, food, and tea—everything they could need.

A gentle breeze blew. In the distance, snowcapped peaks gleamed beneath the sun, beautiful beyond compare.

Li Zi sighed in admiration again. "This place is so beautiful."

Si Le said, [Not as beautiful as you.]

Li Zi's expression froze.

[System, didn't you say you'd block his voice for me?]

Si Le sounded annoyed. [Who's System? Are you hiding another soul on you? I won't allow it!]

Li Zi took out the Hairpin and drew a deep breath, forcing down the urge to throw it away.

[Aren't you badly hurt? Why don't you focus on recovering? Hearing your voice out of nowhere is driving me crazy.]

Si Le's tone softened, and he even gave a little chuckle.

That laugh was low and husky, the textbook voice of an overbearing

CEO

putting on a cutesy voice.

As if helpless, he said indulgently, [All right.]

Li Zi shuddered.

By now, the powerful cultivators present were quite composed.

They had grown used to Si Le's embarrassing voice and could ignore it entirely.

Once the various Sects had taken their