She really wasn't interested in competitions at the other levels; she just wanted to participate in the contest between Sword Saint and Sword Emperor.
But with her current cultivation, she could be killed with just a flick of their fingers; it was better for her not to overestimate herself.
This time she would only watch to gain more knowledge; next time, she would join the fray herself.
"Yue Yaya, actually you could compete, you might not necessarily lose..." Yun Shangyuan didn't finish his sentence.
Feng Yueya understood his meaning.
She shook her head, implying she wouldn't recklessly use her swordsmanship.
She remembered vividly the incident when innocents were harmed.
She had sworn never to call upon Fire Dragon on a whim again.
"Since you're not signing up, let's head back," Taixu Zi suggested.
"Alright. We'll come to watch tomorrow," Feng Yueya smiled.
On their way back, they didn't walk but chose to fly.
