The large flying escape magic tool known as 'Mirage' flew smoothly and swiftly through the sky, traversing the sea of clouds.
The cabin on the first floor was like a banquet hall, luxuriously decorated and exuding refinent everywhere.
In fact, a banquet was indeed being held here—
About seventy people in various dresses, embroidered skirts, or simple martial arts clothes gathered in small groups, chatting in the hall.
Among them were n and won, all sharing the common trait of appearing very young.
Moreover, they were all cultivators, and their cultivation levels were not low.
In the crowd, surrounded and most popular were two won.
One was dressed in a blue gauze, her skin fairer than snow, with bright eyes and white teeth, resembling a crane in the clouds, easily noticeable in the crowd.
The other was adorned in red with a veil; though her exact appearance was indistinct, she stood there like a noble phoenix, stretching her wings in the flas.
These two, one was the eldest daughter of the Lan Family, one of the Seven Great Martial Arts Families!
The other was the direct disciple of the Pavilion Master of Red Dust Pavilion, the current Bright Phoenix Sword Master!
Naturally attracting the interest of nurous young talents seeking to make connections.
The average age of those present did not exceed thirty, true prodigies esteed in the Great Lan Dynasty!
Among them were outstanding heirs from martial arts families, young elites from the Ten Great Gate Valves, esteed young commanders from various border armies, and elite scholars from thirteen universities...
All these people ca to Lanling City because of the Emperor's edict, boarding this 'Mirage' this morning, preparing to embark with the renowned Duke to the Northern Barbarians.
Today's banquet was specially held for them to et and form connections in advance.
Of course, what everyone present was most eager to see was that Duke, waiting for him to co out and personally host the banquet.
But after waiting for half a day, he still hadn't appeared.
No one dared to express dissatisfaction, so everyone continued to seek out conversations and acquaintances.
Sangji seed sowhat out of place among the crowd.
Although he wore Central Plains attire, his presence and cultivation made him feel like an ugly duckling among a flock of swans.
He stood stiffly, confused and at a loss.
People passing by cast scrutinizing glances at him, showing puzzled expressions.
No one initiated a conversation with him.
No one knew that this seventeen-year-old grassland youth achieved thirteen top grades in a talent test a few months ago, even surpassing Li Fei's record at Wuda!
Nor did anyone know that this grassland youth was chosen by Duke Jing'an.
Two months ago, Sangji had integrated the Second Grade Upper Implant [Gray Eyes], and was now in the Body Breaking Stage.
His cultivation speed was also astonishingly fast!
But in this crowd of at least Qi Change Late Stage people, such cultivation was indeed unremarkable, even appearing as an outlier.
Suddenly, the crowd stirred.
Sangji followed everyone's gaze to see five similarly young youths entering through the hall's entrance.
Upon seeing these five, Sangji's eyes brightened.
Even though they had deliberately changed their attire, he could imdiately tell these five youths, like him, were from the grassland.
Among them, one in the center was burly, standing over two ters tall, emitting a faint aura of killing intent.
He swept his vigilant and sowhat hostile gaze across the crowd in the hall, pausing only when he saw Sangji in the corner, then striding toward him.
The remaining four closely followed him.
"Whose family are these few from?"
"They're grassland people."
"Ah, grassland people?"
"I've slain so many grassland barbarians in the Eastern Territory that stacking their heads could build a mound. Can't be mistaken!"
"Hahaha, Brother Zhao is impressive!"
Such conversations and hostile glances brought the attention of the leading burly youth.
He stopped and looked at Zhao, the young man who spoke, with killing intent.
Zhao Jingfeng was not afraid, even stepping forward to provocatively face him:
"What, not convinced?"
He was a commander in the Eastern Border Army, thirty-five years old, with Peak Dao Foundation Stage cultivation, ranked ninth on this Wind and Cloud List·Human List.
Additionally, he was a Level 12 Military Officer, an Assistant General commanding three thousand White Feather Cavalry!
In terms of age, cultivation, position, or military achievents, Zhao Jingfeng had ample reason to be proud.
He had been personally recomnded by Ye Jingfu, the Eastern Territory Admiral, as a key figure for the Eastern Border Army!
Of course, these were not the reasons he initiated the provocation, as he knew the backgrounds and talents of those present were not to be underestimated.
Before coming, Ye Jingfu had also advised him to act discreetly.
But seeing a grassland martial artist dare to walk so arrogantly before him, Zhao Jingfeng truly couldn't tolerate it!
The hall quickly quieted down, everyone turning their gaze this way.
"..."
Nai Le clenched his fists, staring intently at Zhao Jingfeng.
But ultimately, he said nothing and continued towards the corner.
"That's more like it. Since you have surrendered to us, you grassland people should learn how to be good dogs!"
Zhao Jingfeng's mocking voice ca from behind.
Nai Le halted, turned and faced Zhao Jingfeng, speaking in unfamiliar Central Plains language, word by word:
"Central Plains man, do you dare to duel with ?!"
Zhao Jingfeng laughed, stepping forward:
"I'll indulge you!"
No one present spoke to stop it; everyone knew the blood feud between the Eastern Border Army and the grassland.
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