Soran had already departed.
Yet the others present still looked at Chan with a trace of awe in their expressions. Such was the power of a true god, so easily annihilating the ancient evil creature they had regarded as their greatest enemy.
In truth, the gap between an ancient evil creature and a deity was not all that vast, but Soran was now a Medium Divinity, effectively very close to a Greater Divinity. This was tantamount to the master of a certain pantheon making a personal move, so naturally her combat prowess could not be mentioned in the same breath as those deities of Quasi-Divinity and Lesser Divinity. Powerful though the Cloud Monk's strength was, already belonging to the pinnacle of mortals, she still possessed one limitation: she was, after all, merely a mortal. If one said the damage the Cloud Monk inflicted upon the ancient evil creature was ordinary damage, then the damage Soran inflicted upon it was divine damage.
This was the most fundamental distinction!
A deity's power far exceeded a mortal's capability in every aspect of priority.
As the ancient evil creature was slain by Soran, the evil aura shrouding this place gradually dissipated. The monks began to clear the battlefield, while the Cloud Monk seemed to have no desire whatsoever to communicate with the others, departing alone directly.
However.
Just as Chan prepared to leave as well, Eastern Diji suddenly walked to her side, speaking quite amicably, "The monastery is still a long way from here; why not head over to our camp ahead for a brief rest first?"
If Chan were merely a grand master of fist, Eastern Diji naturally would not deliberately try to get on her good side.
Yet if Chan had Soran standing behind her, the situation became entirely different. Having witnessed