Jiang Yan had roughly guessed why Green Fox High Person had deliberately brought everyone here to watch the battle.
Sure enough, Green Fox High Person nodded, expressing approval of that person's words.
"Good."
"In that case, you should now understand why the Prefecture Academy acts this way?"
Seeing the disciples lost in thought, Green Fox nodded and said no more. Gathering everyone up again, Green Fox flew downward.
Their East River Prefecture Academy fell under Lihuo Commandery's jurisdiction. Under the influence of that great figure in Lihuo Commandery, the atmosphere in the many Prefecture Academies throughout the commandery was fairly good.
For someone as distinguished as Green Fox, a Sixth Grade High Person, to stoop to explaining a few things to a group of Ninth Grade Dao novices was truly no small thing.
In certain places that championed "survival of the fittest," who would bother with any of this?
You did whatever you were told. If you refused and died, that only meant you had no affinity with the Dao and deserved it.
Green Fox took everyone away. On the battlefield below, the many Seventh Grade cultivators and Scale Feather Clan members across all realms were still attacking one another.
Jiang Yan thought about the commotion just now.
Many on both sides in the sky had been wounded, but not a single one had died.
Even Mingling, fighting four opponents alone and beating those four Scale Feather Clan members until their blood sprayed across the sky, had failed to keep a single one of them there.
By contrast, the servant Dao soldiers on the ground and the many lower-realm Scale Feather Clan members had suffered heavy casualties.
Often, a stray fragment of spell-light falling from the sky would carve a swath of blood through the crowd.
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