After listening to the nine-fingered old man’s words, Yun Chujiu thought to herself that it seemed like she had to find out more about wind and snow when she had the time. Otherwise, if the Feng clan really appeared one day, she would not be prepared at all.
While she was talking to the nine-fingered old man, Yun Yantian and Di Xuanting had been discussing ways to form an alliance against the Yimo Race and the Beast Race.
Yun yantian frowned and said, “If we win ten of them in a row, we will get the chance to enter the Cosmic Cave. However, we have not specified which race these ten are from. If the Beast Race and the Yimo race go easy on each other, then the number of spots they get will be overwhelming.”
Of course, di xuanting understood what Yun Yantian meant. For example, if a YIMO race stepped onto the stage, and the Beast Race deliberately sent ten people with low cultivation levels to fill up the numbers, the Yimo race would easily win.
