"Are kings and generals born to their stations?!"
One stone stirred a thousand waves. Beneath the waterfall at the back of Qingyuan Mountain, Yu Zhiwen suddenly raised her eyes and stared in shock at the night sky, terror filling her Star Pupils.
What had she seen? Cao Erzhu had blown the Dao Hall Master's head apart with one punch!
"Was this... a dream?"
Yu Zhiwen had regained consciousness long ago, when control of the Qingyuan Mountain Grand Formation had been taken from her and she had been thrown beneath the mountain waterfall to face the wall and reflect on her errors.
She could no longer participate in the battle, but she was not blind.
White Robes, wandering souls, curses... including the arrival of the old Sword Saint Mei Suren—Yu Zhiwen had seen it all.
With time on her hands, she could have deduced a way to break the deadlock, yet she had remained consumed with worry over this night's battle.
Never in her wildest dreams had she expected that, while her deductions bore no fruit amid her muddled thoughts, the one to break the deadlock would arrive so soon.
It was Cao Erzhu, whom she had met once before! Was he really Cao Erzhu?
That burly fellow striding across the sea of lightning, brimming with high spirits, did indeed look exactly like that same big oaf.
But...
"Are kings and generals born to their stations?"
Yu Zhiwen softly repeated the line. The more she thought about it, the more horrified she became. She could not believe Cao Erzhu was capable of shouting such words.
If he possessed such ambitions, how could he have hidden his name in some backwater corner like Qingyuan Mountain?
Of course, every person had their own aspirations.
Perhaps what Cao Erzhu wanted was to remain silent