Much later.
The rumbling beyond the eye of the storm finally died away.
Reilo knew that after nearly half an hour of fierce combat, Xixi Li and Master of Destruction had reached a conclusion. The once-empty balcony was now packed with people watching from afar.
Reilo shook his head.
He placed the canary on his shoulder and made his way back into the hall against the flow of the crowd.
After scanning the room, Reilo spotted Edward whispering intimately with his elder brother, Bosi. Several people had gathered around Anemo as well, so he changed direction and went to sit beside the Frost Sorcerer, who was alone.
The Deer Antler Magic Wand rested beside the old scholar. Whenever the old man drank, a layer of frost would naturally form over the drink in his cup. He glanced sideways at the canary perched on Reilo's shoulder.
He of course remembered the little creature that had once trespassed into the Death Abyss and that he had frozen and kept for a time.
Reilo spoke first. "From the perspective of a Grandmaster-level pioneer, who do you think is more likely to win the contest between Xixi Li and Master of Destruction?"
It could be said that the Frost Sorcerer was, at this moment, the only true High-Rank Pioneer in the Wasteland—a being on par with the Decaying Demon God!
As for Reilo, the projection descended by his Star Body True Body possessed, at most, the power of a Mid-God. Only by temporarily awakening his true body and drawing on its power could he wield strength comparable to a High God.
The Sorcerer let out a cold laugh.
"Your true body's power surpasses even mine. You've already touched the so-called Grandmaster level. Why ask such a question?"
He glanced toward the crowded balcony.
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