Above Yang Lake.
"Junior Sister!"
"Junior Sister Wang Xuan!!"
Seeing Wang Xuan's falling figure, the two people on the tower ship immediately called out.
Seeing this, an old woman reached out and beckoned to Wang Xuan. With a "plop," Wang Xuan landed on the deck.
"Junior Sister Wang Xuan!" A gentle-looking woman stepped forward and helped Wang Xuan up.
"Senior Sister, why did you come out too?" Wang Xuan asked, astonished.
"I ran into a Top Grandmaster!" the woman replied.
"Senior Brother, you..." She looked toward the man beside her.
"Hey, don't ask! I ran into a Martial Artist no weaker than a Top Grandmaster. With a single hand of swordsmanship, he cleaved space apart—simply transcendent!!" the man said.
After speaking, he asked, "Junior Sister, what about you?"
Hearing the question, Jiang Ning's figure immediately surfaced in Wang Xuan's mind.
Her expression turned complicated.
If she had been defeated by a Martial Artist older than her, she could have accepted it as calmly as these Senior Brother and Senior Sister had.
Whether in the Martial Path or the Immortal Path, no matter how high one's talent was, time was still needed to build up one's foundation.
The older one was, the longer one had lived. Under equal circumstances, one's strength would naturally be greater.
Thus, losing to a Martial Artist older than oneself was perfectly normal.
The older one was, the deeper one's accumulation.
As members of the younger generation, they had practiced martial arts and cultivated for too short a time. Naturally, it was difficult for them to defeat such people.
After all, among the Martial Artists who could reach the level of Third Grade Grandmaster, who wasn't a true Prodigy? Who wasn't the foremost talent of their generation?
After leaving the Qingyang Sect, they had already prepared themselves