A night with Xue!

"So, what do you say, Tian?" Sitting on the couch, Ning Xue asked as she ate another spoonful of food. 

Zhao Tian who is sitting beside her, pondered, "I am not actually interested in joining this tournament as everyone is obviously so weaker than me."

Ning Xue giggled. "Well, you are a lot stronger for your age. In this tournament, only young talents under the age 50 are allowed to join."

Age 50 is young? Zhao Tian could only smile wryly. But in terms of cultivation age, it is actually very young.

"That's why Tian I want you to join in the name of Royal family and win the tournament. There have been many talents in the Royal Academy, but they are useless in front of those top sects."

She spoke as she took another spoonful of food and brought it near Zhao Tian's lips. Zhao Tian opened his lips and ate her spoon-fed food.