Yang Yan asked somewhat curiously:
"If that's the case, why does no one dare to sit?"
The Outer Sect disciple turned back with a gentle smile, then raised his head towards the sky:
"Well, if you have their strength, you could sit there openly and honorably."
Yang Yan followed his gaze and looked over, discovering dozens of cyan figures soaring through the sky, each deliberately exuding a powerful aura.
These cyan-robed disciples landed openly on the viewing platform and sat down, quite close to those Inner Sect disciples.
Just below the Inner Sect disciples.
Those Inner Sect disciples merely glanced once, and acquaintances from both sides greeted each other warmly.
"Are those the three hundred Marquis Mansion people of the Inner Sect?"
Such arrogant Outer Sect disciples might in Yang Yan's eyes only be the three hundred abode masters on Ten Thousand Mountains who have the courage to act this way.
"Naturally."
The man nodded:
