WHOOSH!
Another yellow firework soared into the sky, signaling that Zhaang Ye had passed another trial.
Watching the yellow firework behind him, Zhaang Ye smiled faintly. 'If I'm not mistaken, there should be three trials on these White Jade Steps. I've already passed two. I just need to get through one more to become an Inner Hall Disciple.'
Zhaang Ye drifted along the White Jade Steps, quickly covering several more miles.
Suddenly, an extremely dangerous sensation welled up from the bottom of his heart, as if something lethal was eyeing him like a predator, ready to claim his life at any moment. The instant he felt it, Zhaang Ye reacted. The Heavy Saber on his back leaped like a fish into his hand.
Just then, a cold voice drifted down from further up the steps. "Excellent! You can even sense the faintest trace of killing intent. No wonder you were able to pass Sang Fan's and Fang Dong's trials."
