"Our Brother Xuanyuan was frightened too, it seems."
Jiang Yunchuan noticed Xuanyuan Haoyu's reaction at once and drawled lazily.
Xuanyuan Haoyu glanced at Jiang Yunchuan and said flatly, "This brat called Chen Wen does have some skill."
"But if you think this alone determines a person's limits, then you are far too naive."
"Potential is worth less than a penny before absolute strength. Only by surviving does one earn the right to discuss anything."
As soon as those words fell, everyone sank into silence again.
Because what Xuanyuan Haoyu said was also the truth.
Even if one wished to deny it, it remained an unchangeable fact.
Chen Wen was strong, but Ye Qingdi was stronger.
Perhaps not in talent, but in the years spent cultivating.
In the world of cultivation, under certain circumstances, combat power was always more important than potential.
Luo Qingfeng chuckled. "What if that brat can create a miracle? Then things would be different."
"That would not be a miracle. It would be absurd," Xuanyuan Haoyu said blandly.
Jiang Yunchuan seemed eager to stir up trouble. "Why don't you two make a bet? What do you say?"
A bet?
At those words, everyone was startled.
Murong Qingcheng and Ji Yaoyao could not help sweeping their gazes back and forth between the two men.
They could tell that Luo Qingfeng thought rather highly of Chen Wen.
At the very least, when speaking of Chen Wen, his attitude and tone were different.
Xuanyuan Haoyu said indifferently, "He is not worth lowering myself to do something so foolish."
A glint flashed through Luo Qingfeng's eyes. "You really are boring."
"Haha, you two are far too amusing." Jiang Yunchuan burst out laughing.
Although this wager was never established, it was clear that the two men viewed Chen Wen differently.
Perhaps neither