"Many thanks, Master. The same joy to you, the same joy."
The Youth surnamed Long cupped his fist in return, already so delighted that his words were somewhat jumbled. The others smiled faintly; it was hardly surprising. If they put themselves in his place, their own behavior would probably not be much different.
Compared to that, Old Monster Tianjue, whom no one paid any attention to, seemed desolate in the extreme.
The winner became king and the loser a bandit—the world of immortal cultivation was just this realistic. The four elders all knew what conditions had been staked in this duel. After this battle, even if Tianjue Sect was not uprooted entirely, it was bound to decline.
Old Monster Tianjue's own ending would not be much better, so there was no need to pay him too much mind.
Old Monster Tianjue remained silent. He was an old monster who had lived for over a hundred thousand years; how could he not understand the warmth and coldness of human relations in the cultivation world? As the loser, it was only natural that he would be neglected and ignored.
However, he did not lose heart. He looked at Lin Xuan with a vicious gleam in his eyes, then lowered his head. For the next several thousand years, Tianjue Sect and he himself would both have very hard days ahead, but he would not give up because of that. One day, he would avenge this arrow's grudge.
What a sharp person Lin Xuan was. He took Old Monster Tianjue's behavior into his eyes, and a wisp of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
That expression was unfathomable in the extreme.
Want revenge?
Although the other party had already admitted defeat just now, if Lin Xuan had wished, he could still