Under the scorching sun.
A flying ship zoomed across the sky.
Inside the cabin sat two people, Hu Shuisheng and Gao Fei.
Hu Shuisheng leaned back in his chair, eyes closed in meditation.
Gao Fei, too, had his eyes shut and breathed evenly, appearing to be asleep.
"Xuan Jizi, if I fight to the death with Hu Shuisheng, are my chances of winning high?" Gao Fei asked telepathically.
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"Yes."
"Your chances aren't great."
"You don't think highly of me?"
"Hu Shuisheng is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, and you are at the Inedia Stage. If you confront each other, you are sure to lose."
"Not necessarily," said Gao Fei. "I have many aces up my sleeve, such as the Thousand Transformations Stone, and Heavenly Demon's Ten Transformations..."
"Even with the Thousand Transformations Stone and the Heavenly Demon's Ten Transformations, your odds of winning are slim," Xuan Jizi said.
