That year, he had still been a genius people spoke of with relish.
He had stood out from among the tens of thousands of Cloud Water Sect Outer Sect Disciples, entered the finals of the Outer Sect Grand Competition, and been selected for Mystic Water Peak, joining the same Peak Faction as that person!
Back then, during one of the minor competitions for Newly Promoted Inner Sect Disciples, he had been ranked below that person. A sense of defiance had risen in his heart, and he had challenged him.
The result, naturally, had been defeat.
Yet the gap had not been so vast as to inspire despair. That old disciple who had lost the challenge had secretly sworn a bitter oath that year: he would cultivate diligently and surely surpass him someday!
But after all, he had failed to wait for a second challenge. That person had been driven out of Cloud Water Sect's Inner Sect after clashing with an Outer Sect Deacon from the Law Enforcement Hall, sent away to the remote and desolate South Sea Land.
To be honest, he had felt a touch of schadenfreude at the time.
He had sneered that person would never again have a chance to rise, that their fates were about to diverge as widely as heaven and earth.
Yet no one had expected that—
A flood dragon was, after all, a flood dragon.
It could not be shackled by one or two chains of mortal iron.
While he had struggled bitterly amid the genius-filled Inner Sect, only to fade into the crowd of countless talents and become an ordinary person, that person had been like a trapped dragon entering the sea, soaring into the nine heavens!
One battle record after another, one earthshaking deed after another, spread far and wide, until