Playoff Round

"Senior Brothers, for Master to have taken you under his wing, you must surely possess talents beyond the ordinary.

"As one of the Yuqing Immortal Sect Seven Sons, Master's eye for talent could not possibly be poor.

"Perhaps because of timing and cultivation conditions, Senior Brother has temporarily fallen behind. But I believe that later on, Senior Brother will certainly advance into the Spirit Wandering Realm, rise from behind to overtake the rest, and surpass them!"

Shen Changchuan spoke in consolation.

Hearing this,

Hong Yang fell silent for quite some time before finally sighing.

"Let us hope it will be as Junior Brother says!"

In truth,

as a "senior" who had lived several decades longer than Shen Changchuan, anyone who could reach the late Out of Body Stage ninth level was fundamentally someone with an unyielding temperament.

Why would he need consolation from a young junior like Shen Changchuan?

The reason for this

was merely that Shen Changchuan's performance had been too monstrous, dealing Hong Yang an immense blow.

It made him feel as though he had lived all these decades for nothing. He could not even compare to a young junior brother, which was why he had briefly revealed such a dispirited state of mind before Shen Changchuan.

There was no helping it.

Hong Yang himself could be considered a minor genius.

Since he had caught the eye of You Longzi, one of the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect, how could he possibly be mediocre?

But now,

he could not even enter the top two hundred of this grand competition's semifinals.

Meanwhile,

that little junior brother who had entered the sect later than him, whom Hong Yang had even watched grow up, had not only entered the semifinals but also defeated one after another those towering figures among