Liu Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with astonishment.
He thought he had misheard.
Not a loss?
The senior actually said it was not a loss?
He looked toward Zhou Ming on the main seat. Zhou Ming still wore that calm, unreadable expression, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"As for the one who escaped."
"The item he used probably operates on principles similar to the Cross-Realm Tokens I refined."
"It was nothing more than some modifications to the methods of a Great Luo True Realm expert."
"If I can refine them, then other Great Luo True Realm experts naturally can as well."
"There is nothing surprising about it."
Liu Yuan's mouth fell slightly open, his mind completely blank.
Th-that was it?
That mysterious treasure, capable of instantly allowing a late-stage Hunyuan Infinite expert to escape certain death, was merely "nothing surprising" in the senior's eyes?
"You did well."
Zhou Ming looked at the dazed Liu Yuan below and continued.
"Get up."
"Y-yes, Senior."
Liu Yuan rose to his feet somewhat awkwardly, and the huge weight hanging over his heart finally came crashing down.
Not only had he not been punished, he had even received praise.
His mood shot from the depths of despair straight into the clouds.
"Talismans are consumables to begin with."
Zhou Ming spoke calmly, as though explaining something, yet also simply stating a fact.
"As long as there are materials, I can refine as many as needed."
"You need not dwell on it."
Upon hearing this, the last trace of concern in Liu Yuan's heart vanished.
He finally understood completely.
The ultimate trump card he regarded as more precious than his own life was truly nothing more than a tool that could be mass-produced in the senior's hands.
If one was used up, he could