"Chen Changsheng, how could you do this?"
"We agreed on fair competition. How could you cheat?"
Bai Zhi stood watching from afar, while Wang Hao beside her was full of grievances.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng said calmly, "When did I cheat? Each person struck once. I think that's very fair."
"Not fair!"
"If I'd known you were going to say that, I would've changed my wording."
"Everyone's 'cultivation' is evenly matched. You struck later yet arrived first—how could I possibly beat you?"
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng tilted his head and looked at Wang Hao. "Since when were you qualified to be evenly matched with me?"
Under Chen Changsheng's contemptuous gaze, the smile on Wang Hao's face gradually faded.
"Even though that really pisses me off, I honestly can't find any reason to refute you."
"But don't tell me you think I'll remain beneath your feet forever."
"As it happens, I really do think so."
"If you don't want to die, you'd best rein in that restless heart of yours."
"Because if you fight me, no good end awaits you."
With that, Chen Changsheng vanished from where he stood, leaving Wang Hao alone in silence.
After an unknown length of time, Wang Hao turned to look at the distant Hundred Fragrances Pavilion.
"My good disciple, can you make it through this trial?"
"If you can't cross this hurdle, then your master won't have the courage to fight him either, because he truly is too terrifying."
Time passed bit by bit, and all the prodigies worked hard to complete their trials.
Yet three months vanished in the blink of an eye, and they had not even completed the first task.
Faced with this, the many Dao Protectors were not overly shocked.
Because a Mortal World Trial had never been so simple.