"Silly boy, whatever you do, don't go any higher."
"Drawing too much attention isn't a good thing."
Feng Xian'er murmured to herself.
With an unusual look in her eyes, she watched Lin Shisan's indistinct figure.
For a moment, she seemed to see that person from her memories again.
Once upon a time, he too had drawn this much attention.
He had climbed to the eighty-fifth step, claiming the top spot with his monstrous talent.
Yet he had died without even a place to bury him. Even now, there was nowhere to pay respects to him, and every time she thought of it, all she felt was heartache.
Crack...
The sound of shattering glass rang out.
Part of Lin Shisan's bottleneck shattered.
If the whole were divided into ten parts, at least five had now broken.
"Dark boy, the tree that rises above the forest is the first to be battered by the wind. Quit while you're ahead. Your predecessor died because he was too dazzling."
Lin Shisan shuddered and withdrew the foot he had stepped forward with.
Why did that voice sound so much like Aunt Mei? Hadn't she taken Hu Niu back to Nine Nether Mountain?
Why had she appeared here again?
This was the Danyang Sect. Could a Demon Sect enchantress from Nine Nether Mountain come and go freely?
Hu Niu... where was Hu Niu?
At that thought, Lin Shisan stopped climbing the heavenly stairway.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he came straight down from the eightieth step.
He searched for a long time but saw no sign of Aunt Mei, much less Hu Niu or Mu Ling'er.
It was like an illusion, but he knew Aunt Mei was somewhere nearby, out of his sight.
That warning had been real.
"Lin Shisan reached the eightieth step! That's incredible!"
"What's