Zhao Jiuge had his back toward the crowd and was standing at the edge of the observation deck. He was copying Jian Wuxian’s favorite action—looking into the distant scenery with his hands behind his back.

He suddenly felt the atmosphere change—it suddenly became quiet. He also heard a few footsteps closing in on him. Zhao Jiuge didn’t immediately turn around but merely furrowed his brows. He didn’t know what the situation was, but he knew that trouble had come knocking.

After waiting for a while, the figures behind him didn’t break the silence. The surrounding disciples didn’t make a sound, they just closely watched where the storm was about to begin.

Song Yuansheng secretly observed Ye Aotian’s group of three and seemed to understand what was going to happen. However, he didn’t back down, he just calmly watched. Song Rujing folded her arms and seemed like she was prepared to watch a good show. She was not nervous at all.

Zhao Jiuge was in no rush, and Xu Zhu was naturally in no rush at all. He just stood behind Zhao Jiuge with a playful smile. As for Jiang Fuding, he was also in no rush. He had noticed that this Seven...