"Was it like that?" Principal Qi thought that the scene Lu Yang had described wasn't quite what he'd expected. Jin Caiwei's description, on the other hand, fit his understanding of immortals better: sweeping, grand, and possessed of an air that looked down on all beneath the heavens.
Jin Caiwei hesitated, for once unsure whether she ought to affirm or deny Lu Yang's answer.
She had been born in the final years of antiquity, after the age when prodigies had vied for supremacy had already passed. The Four Ancient Immortals had been at the height of their power, ruling the universe. Her father, the Old Qiongqi, had been one of the great powers of antiquity, his status surpassed only by the Four Immortals.
At the time, her cultivation had been insufficient for her to truly take part in many events, such as battles between immortals. She could only rely on her father's accounts.
She had learned about the battle between the Immortal of Heavenly Mandate and the Immortal of Years from her father.
She remembered the Qilin Immortal saying that much of history had been whitewashed by that shameless Immortal of Heavenly Mandate. One couldn't just look at appearances; one had to look at what had really happened.
The scene Lu Yang had described fit the "real situation" the Qilin Immortal had spoken of.
What's more, Lu Yang sounded far more certain than she did, as if he'd seen it with his own eyes. He described it so vividly, with every detail nailed down, and Jin Caiwei didn't have that kind of confidence.
"I don't know either." Jin Caiwei shook her head helplessly, unable to tell whether Lu Yang was telling the truth.
"I see." Principal Qi felt that the battle really was shrouded in mystery. That certainly fit the nature