"So, the so-called opponent my grandfather arranged for me was you?" Wei Chen said in sudden realization.
In an instant, he understood everything.
He truly had not expected that the so-called trial opponent his grandfather had arranged would actually be Ji Xuan.
Drawing Ji Xuan's remnant soul out of the Spirit Road, reviving him, then arranging for him to become his opponent for training...
It had to be said that his grandfather had silently gone to great lengths behind the scenes for his growth.
Thinking of this, Wei Chen could not help feeling deeply moved.
Ji Xuan, standing opposite him, felt entirely differently.
"An opponent arranged by your grandfather?" Ji Xuan froze at those words.
The faint smile on his face slowly faded.
He was not stupid. From Wei Chen's words, he instantly thought of many things.
And it was precisely because he understood them that a nameless rage seemed to surge violently from the depths of his heart.
So that unimaginably great being was actually Wei Chen's grandfather?!
He had done all this, even nurturing him, merely to forge him into a whetstone?
Such a truth was far too cruel for Ji Xuan.
He tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes. The corners of his eyes seemed somewhat damp as a faint murmur, spoken with difficulty from deep in his throat, escaped his lips. "My lord, was this your purpose? Ha."
At that moment, he would rather never have been revived and instead died within the Spirit Road.
The Inheritance Ground fell silent.
Wei Chen looked at Ji Xuan, whose body faintly radiated sorrow and anger, and sighed inwardly.
What Ji Xuan could understand, Wei Chen naturally could as well.
And the truth was often the most hurtful thing.
With the other man's pride and fierce self-respect,