Zhuang Jin glanced at Xiang Qichen. Why did some people insist on asking to be tormented?
He said blandly, "I was fortunate enough to break through to the Third Meridian."
Fortunate enough to break through to the Third Meridian!
Fortunate enough to break through to the Third Meridian!
Fortunate enough to break through to the Third Meridian!
Those words were like demonic music pouring into his ears. When Xiang Qichen heard them, he could barely remain standing, staggering back several steps. His expression became wonderfully vivid, as if he had been struck by lightning. His mouth slowly opened wider and wider like a toad's, until it was perfectly round.
This month, he had fought desperately North of the City, battling and killing with even greater effort, all to break through to the Third Meridian as soon as possible. Yet he had been injured and suffered setbacks, while Zhuang Jin had hidden away at the Shen Family Headquarters, enjoying peace and comfort—and had actually broken through?
Heaven has no eyes! At that moment, Xiang Qichen's defenses were truly shattered.
Only after a long while did Xiang Qichen come back to his senses and barely calm himself down. Yet he discovered that Zhuang Jin had vanished at some point. Out of sight, out of mind; without seeing Zhuang Jin, the irritation he felt was lessened, and he felt considerably better. He secretly comforted himself: This is only a temporary defeat, a momentary hardship. It doesn't mean anything. In the long run, my understanding of the martial path—my path—must be the right one!
In truth, he already understood deep down that his talent was inferior to Zhuang Jin's. That was why he had tried to make up for it through bloody combat, hoping to surpass Zhuang Jin that way. If he denied that