Jade Wall Mountain, Seventh Peak.
The dust raised by the Holy Palace disciples' bedraggled rout had yet to fully settle, but the atmosphere atop the mountain was somewhat subtle.
Mo Lin's white robes remained spotless, as though the one-sided crushing from moments ago had never happened. His gaze swept over the devastated battlefield before finally landing on the jade wall that radiated a soft treasure light, its runes flowing across its surface.
"Senior Brother Chu Qing, Senior Sister Li, I'll leave this place to you," Mo Lin said calmly, as though he were merely giving up an ordinary seat.
Chu Qing rubbed his bald head, looked at Mo Lin, then glanced at the stunning women gathered around him. His expression turned strange before he finally grinned and heavily slapped Mo Lin's shoulder. "Junior Brother Mo Lin, this time, you really have... rendered great service! Once we return, I'd say the position of First Saint Child can belong to no one but you!"
As soon as those words fell, the other Saint Children of the Cang Xuan Sect, such as Kong Sheng and Ye Ge, also cast complicated looks at Mo Lin.
They had fought desperately and still needed Chu Qing to lead them in order to contend against the Holy Palace. Yet Mo Lin alone had easily dealt with Jiang Taishen and the imitation Spirit Execution Diagram, both of which had given even Chu Qing a headache. This gap in strength could no longer be described merely as talent. It was simply the difference between clouds and mud.
Though Chu Qing's words carried a hint of jest, they also spoke part of the truth. With the strength and accomplishments Mo Lin had displayed today, his status would undoubtedly soar after returning to the sect. He would become the de facto