The walls of Heavenly Palace were adorned by many sword immortal treasures. When Wu Yu stepped in, the swords clanged and banged, as though welcoming him.

Feng Xueya was standing on a balcony on Heavenly Palace, his hands clasped behind his back. The balcony extended out, and one could see the beautiful scenery of the Bipo Mountain Range stretch out. Half the range would be beneath the observer's feet.

As Wu Yu walked up to stand beside him, he turned to observe him. Feng Xueya was indeed more circumspect than before. He was no longer as arrogant, and evidently there was something on his mind.

"Wu Yu, look at the Bipo Mountain Range. Do you think it is big?" Feng Xueya asked, looking at him.

Wu Yu looked out. Perhaps it was his initial impression lingering, but he felt that the Bipo Mountain Range was extremely huge. Range upon range of mountains, and peaks upon peaks. There were also huge patches of empty land. Although he had felt it shrink slightly ever since he could use the Art of Sword Flight, he still said, "Naturally it is very big. When I first came here, I thought I could not leave even if I walked for my whole life."

Feng Xueya laughed lightly. "You are an otherworldly talent. Sun Wudao's qualities were...