In the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect’s residence assigned by the Profound Azure City, the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect’s party came back with depressed faces. They had to face the Suspend King Palace tomorrow, but they felt despair after witnessing the Suspend King Palace’s strength.

They couldn’t see any hope of victory at all, not to mention that the Suspend King Palace didn’t even bring out a third of their strength to defeat the Azure Thunder Monastery. Just Qin Yang alone was comparable to Ye Ziling, not to mention the chief disciple, Chu Tianhao.

Even if they got lucky tomorrow and had Feng Zhang and Liu Qingyan face Chu Tianhao and Qin Yang, the victory would depend on Jiang Lichen. Jiang Lichen lost to an ordinary opponent from the Heavenly Astral Pavilion and nearly buried the entire Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect.

No matter how Lin Yun looked at it, even someone like Feng Zhang had more potential than Jiang Lichen.

“Junior Brother Lin, do you really have an idea?” Liu Qingyan asked, drawing the attention of everyone.

“I do,”...