In the Cloud Tower stands.
"Senior Brother, was this Ji Wuyou once a disciple up on the mountain too?"
Zhao Linglong looked worriedly at Qingxiao beside her.
"Yes. Ji Wuyou was once a disciple of the Fourth Peak. He slaughtered a fellow disciple over a spirit herb, and in the end, most of his cultivation was crippled, and he was expelled from the Fourth Peak."
Qingxiao nodded, his expression grave.
There was actually something he had left unsaid: Ji Wuyou was one of the disciples the various peaks were watching most closely in this Seven Peaks Selection.
But to keep Zhao Linglong from worrying too much, he did not say it aloud.
"Wasn't it said that spells above Profound Rank were forbidden in the Seven Peaks Selection? Why is no one stopping Ji Wuyou from using the Sword Flight Art?"
Zhao Linglong asked another question.
"That isn't Sword Flight. The martial art of controlling a sword with qi is worlds apart from controlling one with the divine soul. Ji Wuyou is simply so gifted that he makes it look like Sword Flight."
It was Ziyan, sitting beside her, who answered Zhao Linglong.
"Senior Brother, isn't Ji Wuyou the disciple our First Peak intends to recruit this time?"
Ye Xuan, seated in front of them, suddenly spoke up.
At this, Jin Hezhi also smiled and nodded, then turned back to Zhao Linglong with a smile.
"Little Sister Linglong, this youngster you know isn't very lucky."
"You said that during the last match too."
Zhao Linglong rolled her eyes at Jin Hezhi.
The corners of Jin Hezhi's mouth twitched a few times at her words. Then he snorted coldly. "If you don't believe me, just watch carefully. Xu Taiping is going to suffer badly in the next match."
"Let the match begin!"