"Since you lost, it only means you were inferior. A loss is a loss." I spoke with an utterly indifferent expression.
"You're truly heartless."
"That's the price every swordsman must pay." My expression remained indifferent.
Behind me, a man in a snow-white windbreaker walked over. When he approached, I glanced at him and said indifferently, "Long time no see."
"Indeed, long time no see." Zhou Tian smiled. His face was weathered, and he had grown much thinner.
"What happened to the woman who was with you?" I asked.
"She died. She died by my hand," Zhou Tian said.
"You should have known long ago that she came to kill you," I said.
"I knew, but I wanted to change things. I failed." Zhou Tian spoke bitterly.
I nodded and asked directly, "Do you know how many people are looking for you now?"
"Of course I know. Ye Hentian is looking for me, and so is King of Samsara. They both want to seize the power within me—this Zhou Tian's Power." Zhou Tian spoke.
"I have no interest in Zhou Tian's Power. I only want to know how you've been these past few days," I said.
"These past few days? They've been fairly decent." Zhou Tian smiled faintly and sat directly on the ground. "I know roughly what happened to you. I never expected that even after losing your Dao-defying power, you would still cause such an uproar."
"It's nothing. And it wasn't all thanks to my power," I said without hesitation.
Zhou Tian was not surprised. He merely said, "I don't know much about the origin of Zhang Fan within your body, either. But he's connected to the Celestials, and he isn't an ordinary Celestial. He's an ancient Celestial—the most terrifying existence among the Celestials."
"Is that so? I don't