Liu Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of astonishment.
He thought he had misheard.
Not a loss?
The senior actually said it was not a loss?
He looked at Zhou Ming in the seat of honor. Zhou Ming still wore that calm, unreadable expression, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"As for the one who escaped."
"The thing he used was probably based on principles similar to the cross-realm tokens I forged."
"He merely made some alterations to the methods of a Da Luo True Realm expert."
"If I can forge them, then other Da Luo True Realm cultivators naturally can as well."
"There's nothing surprising about it."
Liu Yuan's mouth fell slightly open, his mind utterly blank.
Th-That was it?
That mysterious treasure which had allowed a late-stage Hunyuan Wuji expert to instantly escape certain death was, in the senior's eyes, merely something "not worth making a fuss over"?
"You did well."
Zhou Ming looked at the dazed Liu Yuan below and continued.
"Get up."
"Yes... yes, Senior."
Liu Yuan rose somewhat awkwardly, and the huge stone weighing on his heart finally settled completely.
Not only had he not been punished, he had even received praise.
His emotions shot from the depths of a valley straight into the clouds, like riding a roller coaster.
"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 forge as many as needed."
"You need not dwell on it."
Upon hearing this, the last trace of concern in Liu Yuan's heart vanished into thin air.
He finally understood completely.
The ultimate trump card he regarded as his life was truly nothing more than a tool that could be mass-produced in the senior's eyes.
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