"What is this?" Xiong Fei looked over the perfectly ordinary flat ground, his gaze naturally falling upon the place to the east concealed by the restriction. He asked casually.
"This... forgive this junior for keeping you in suspense!" Dao Jing replied just as casually. Yet the moment the words left his mouth, everyone wore faintly amused expressions. Dao Jing immediately realized his impropriety, his face reddening slightly as he said with an apologetic smile, "This item is precisely related to this Feathered Immortal Convention. For now, it cannot be shown to Senior or the fellow Daoists. Everything will become clear once the Feathered Immortal Convention begins!"
Could it be some sort of ambush? Xiao Hua secretly wondered. Xiong Fei's expression likewise turned stern as he asked warily, "Your Taiqing Sect... could it be that you have some other intentions?"
Dao Jing gave a bitter smile and cupped his hands. "Senior Xiong, please be cautious with your words. The renowned sects of the Three Cultivation Kingdoms are all participating in the Feathered Immortal Convention. What tricks would my Taiqing Sect dare to play?"
"Hmph, I suppose you would not dare!" Xiong Fei waved a hand, but his gaze never left the restriction. His divine sense continuously swept back and forth across it. Unfortunately, the restriction was exceptionally firm. No matter how Xiong Fei examined it, he could not make out what lay within!
Naturally, Xiao Hua and the others were also curious.
"Are the participants in this Feathered Immortal Convention still the same sects?" Wei Chongxi withdrew his gaze from the restriction and looked at disciples in the pavilion wearing different robes. He asked quietly, "And which sects have yet to arrive?"
Dao Jing smiled. "Naturally, they are the same sects. From your kingdom: Shanghua Sect, Xunyan Sect; and from Lian