"So, I cannot let you enter the Myriad Dharma Sect."
Wang Qi had only just sorted out the difference between himself and an Exiled Immortal when, before he could even come to his senses, he heard Chen Jingyun say this.
The youth shot Chen Jingyun a startled glance. The Grandmaster's expression was resolute; there was no room for negotiation.
So that meant... all my efforts over the past year... had been for nothing?
Everything I'd done this past year was fucking nothing but a joke?
I clearly...
Thinking of himself, Wang Qi unexpectedly felt a surge of fury. His hand involuntarily reached toward his storage pouch, but halfway there, he suddenly came to his senses and forcefully suppressed the impulse with sheer willpower. His hand hung at his waist, trembling faintly.
"Senior Keha'er just said it too. Fifty-fifty." After a long while, Wang Qi finally spoke. His voice trembled, and anyone could hear the enormous rage he was suppressing beneath it. "What if I'm in that other half? What if I break through the Primordial Spirit Heavenly Gate within twenty years?"
"You still won't give up?"
"Of course not." Wang Qi stood, staring Chen Jingyun straight in the eye. "How could I possibly give up?"
Watching the stubborn youth before him, Deng Jiaxuan sighed, filled with regret.
Talent bordering on monstrous, no worse than Feng Luoyi in his day; a flawless disposition, first-rate intelligence... How had someone like this ended up being an Exiled Immortal?
Brother Jingyun was a one-track-minded man who did not know how to bend. Surely he would not...
To his surprise, Chen Jingyun sighed softly. "If you can break through the Primordial Spirit Heavenly Gate, I will apologize to you... Furthermore, if you can solve a problem on the level of the twenty-three calculations of Hilbert,