Chi Yan froze.
He had never imagined that after mentioning the Plum Gathering, Jing Jiu would say he wanted to take part in the sword trials.
No one else had expected it either. An eerie silence settled over the stone forest.
Coming to his senses, Chi Yan found the whole thing utterly absurd. "You are no longer a third-generation disciple. Naturally, you cannot take part in the sword trials."
Jing Jiu said, "Then how do I attend the Plum Gathering?"
Chi Yan thought, You are already a second-generation master. If you really want to go to the Plum Gathering and be humiliated by Tong Yan, there are certainly ways. You could lead the delegation, for instance.
Jing Jiu said, "If I qualify for the Plum Gathering without taking part in the sword trials, many people will refuse to accept it."
Everyone thought, So you do know.
Of course, no one accepted Jing Jiu's standing, especially those disciples with considerable cultivation in the Sword Dao who wanted to show their skills at the sword trials. They acknowledged that Jing Jiu's talent for the Sword Dao was indeed exceptional. The problem was that he was too young and his cultivation was still shallow. If he had not been lucky enough to follow Zhao Layue to the summit of Shenmo Peak, how could he have become their martial uncle?
"So I still have to participate."
Jing Jiu looked toward the Twofold Forgetting Peak Disciples and said, "As long as I win, naturally no one will refuse to accept it."
An uproar broke out among the Green Mountain disciples at these words. They found him outrageously arrogant.
Chi Yan considered it, then said, "The drawing of lots is already over. There is no time to make arrangements now."
Jing Jiu said, "I can simply