Outside the realm of Qingming, a furious Phantom shouted, “What an arrogant youngling! I’m going to teach him a lesson right now!”

The Great Shaman standing next to her said coldly, “I would advise you not to.”

“Are you suggesting I just stand by and ignore the youngling’s nonsense?”

“If you fight him, then it won’t be mere nonsense anymore.”

Phantom exploded, “Do you really think I would—”

Before she could finish, the Great Shaman cut in. “Yes.”

Phantom was speechless for a moment. After a pause, she finally said, “Fine. Maybe I’m not up to the task. But surely you can defeat him, Lord Yanlong?”

Yanlong replied calmly, “I should be able to handle him outside his realm, but inside? I can’t guarantee anything.”

Phantom was stunned. She hadn’t expected Yanlong to hold Wei Yuan in such high regard.

Yanlong was a standout among the Great Shamans of the entire Shaman race. He was someone with the potential to become a Sky Shaman. Yet now, despite the vast gap between their cultivation levels, he still felt he had no guarantee of winning against Wei Yuan?

Phantom simply couldn’t fathom it. Homefield advantage was just an advantage—how much of a boost could it...