On the Third-Tier Platform, the auras of the Heaven List's finest prodigies clashed with growing intensity.
They barely concealed the wariness and icy killing intent in their eyes. Small skirmishes broke out from time to time, showing faint signs of spiraling out of control.
Yun Pengxing slowly raised one hand, his palm slightly cupped, while keeping the other behind his waist. He stood straight as a pine, seemingly casual, yet he had already sealed off every approach.
Yun Jinglei had long since abandoned his earlier ease as well. He formed up with the other Yun Clan members, watching their surroundings warily.
He muttered, "These people are going mad."
Yun Pengxing narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the surroundings, then chuckled at those words. "Naturally. These are the last three days. If they don't stake everything now, they'll never get another chance."
"Ooh~ are you scared, little Flower?" Yun Zui took a swig of wine, slipping back into her old habits as she began teasing Yun Shuanghua again.
"Hmph." Yun Shuanghua turned his head away and ignored her.
"Oh my, has our little Flower grown up? Don't worry. If anyone dares set their sights on us, big sister will send them straight to the Pure. Land. Of. Bliss." Yun Zui leaned over and draped an arm around Yun Shuanghua's shoulders. A glimmer of clarity flashed through her hazy, drunken eyes.
The only places that could still be considered "harmonious" were probably the first stage, where Yun Qing sat, and the Second Tier, where the monstrous talents of the Immortal List gathered.
It was not because those on the Immortal List had finally remembered the earnest instructions their imperial fathers, masters, and ancestors had given them before they left-"preserve the embers for the future"-but because-
A mere three days simply wasn't enough