Zhao Rong really almost tripped.
Firstly, because his attention was caught by the conversation of the Taiching Prefecture's students less than ten meters ahead.
Especially the laughing words of a red-clothed woman, whose graceful figure could only be seen from the back.
Secondly, they were currently ascending the stairs, and not far ahead was the entrance to the path leading up You Mountain.
He wasn't paying attention and missed a step.
But he quickly regained his balance with agility.
However.
Zhao Rong, at the Ascending Realm's Clothes-fluttering stage, could eavesdrop on the conversation of those ahead, all of whom had cultivation above the Fu Yao Realm, including a Demon Race Sword Cultivator of the Fifth Realm.
They couldn't miss the noise he made.
The next moment.
The group ahead turned around at the sound.
Zhao Rong froze.
Facing pairs of eyes, some sharp and some indifferent.