Zhou Qiucheng had never accepted Chen Sanliang. He wanted to debate the Dao with Chen Sanliang and wash away his former humiliation in one stroke, but Zhang Chen's words made his expression freeze.
Chen Sanliang was about to reach the Twelfth Order, while he had only just stepped into the Ninth Order. Did he still have any chance to debate the Dao with Chen Sanliang?
Moreover, Zhang Chen did not need to guess to know that the Academy could not possibly be peaceful either. Zhou Qiucheng would inevitably face competition, exclusion, and pressure if he wanted to spread his teachings there. How could he possibly be faster than Chen Sanliang?
Chen Sanliang had received the Demon Race's full support, with an entire race providing feedback for his doctrine. His cultivation would only advance faster and faster. What did Zhou Qiucheng have to catch up with Chen Sanliang?
After remaining silent for a very, very long time, Zhou Qiucheng finally said in a muffled voice, "I may not be without a chance. The Demon Race cannot expand without limit forever. Once their expansion stops, Chen Sanliang will encounter bottlenecks and obstacles. Yet my Great Dao has only just begun to spread, and I still have countless opportunities. I may yet catch up from behind."
"And what if you do catch up? Chen Sanliang's doctrine has no flaws. Even if you catch him, you still won't be able to defeat him." Zhang Chen tried to persuade Zhou Qiucheng.
Zhou Qiucheng said gloomily, "I don't believe that anything in this world can be perfect and without fault!"
Zhang Chen glanced at Zhou Qiucheng but said nothing more. The man was so stubborn that there was no need to continue persuading him. This was Zhou Qiucheng's inner knot. A heart demon had been born