"Elder Zhexuan, you seem rather weary. Have these years treated you well?"
Song Changsheng lowered his gaze.
Speaking of shared history, Song Zhexuan could be said to have had more dealings with [Brocade Banner] than anyone besides Song Yuqing. From their first meeting on Vast Peak to this very moment, the changes in between were truly beyond words.
The impressions from those two encounters made him seem like an entirely different person.
Though all this was inseparable from Song Changsheng's secret machinations, more than that, it was because [Brocade Banner] had already rotted to the bone. For someone like Song Zhexuan to accomplish anything was like trudging through mud, and he even had to guard at all times against being stabbed in the back by his own people.
"True Person, your reach extends to the heavens. How could you not know the reasons behind it? Why ask about matters unrelated to these negotiations?" Song Zhexuan tried his best to straighten his back, wanting to appear more resolute, yet it only looked more like self-deception.
For the current [Brocade Banner] had lost even its most basic protection. Any lofty aspirations or bold declarations now seemed so pale and powerless.
If Song Changsheng wished it, he could directly wipe out more than half the Clan Cultivators on Heavenly Dragon Peak. Song Daoling, Song Tianyuan, and even Song Minghuang, who was still Cultivating in Seclusion Until Death within the Small World, would be unable to stop him.
First place in the Five Academies Grand Competition.
It was not merely a title—it represented strength and talent.
In this clash, they had lost again.
Losers were losers. Before the victors, they would never have the right to stand tall.
With hands behind his back, Song Changsheng stepped down from the cauldron and slowly arrived before