Lu Yin looked at him. "Don't drink too fast. The pills are effective, but you'll still need time to recover."
"Thanks," Lance said. "You beat me, so you can take my place as one of the Ten Arbiters. In terms of strength, you're qualified."
Lu Yin looked into the distance. "I don't want to take your place. There's someone else I want to replace."
Lance's eyes shifted, but he said nothing.
Lu Yin wiped the corner of his mouth, where dried blood had collected. He had just taken a pill himself. These pills were powerful enough to raise an Enlightenment Realm cultivator's Rune Dao Numbers to nearly 300,000, and their healing effects were exceptional.
Looking at his arm, Lance gave a bitter smile. "I never thought I'd lose."
"You've said that several times already," Lu Yin replied.
Lance shook his head. "But I really didn't think I would."
Lu Yin's lips curved up. "We both believe in ourselves. You and I really are evenly matched. If you'd been a little luckier, I would've lost. If I'd been a little less lucky, you would've won. It's only natural."
Lance said seriously, "This wasn't about luck. I never expected you to withstand nearly ten Void Palms head-on. Back outside the ruins, when we competed for the head, I sensed your physical strength and was confident you couldn't take three of my Void Palms. I never imagined that in such a short time, you'd improve so much. Your Eight-pattern Battle Qi advanced to nine patterns, and your physical strength made up for the gap in cultivation—and even surpassed mine. Add in your secret techniques and the methods of the Hometown of Gods, and your progress has been too fast."
Lu Yin nodded. "Yeah. If my Eight-pattern Battle Qi hadn't advanced to nine patterns,