"I do not seek a lesser True Person. I seek a defeat."
Looking at Jiang Wang's refined, gentle features, utterly devoid of aggression, it was hard to imagine such words coming from his mouth.
Yet even upon hearing such words, one somehow did not find him arrogant.
All one saw was the high spirit of youth, bold and brimming with confidence.
Tu Hu quietly watched him leave Guangwen Yexiewu Hall, watching until his figure vanished from sight.
He still remembered the last time he had seen Jiang Wang, burdened by a lingering gloom, somewhat heavy and old beyond his years.
Now, in the blink of an eye, he was entirely different.
For some reason, Tu Hu suddenly recalled that question—"What is the price?"
He could not help murmuring, "Then... are you my friend?"
After saying it, he laughed as well, curling a finger and giving the Broad Hearing Bell a light flick.
Not just anyone could ring this bell.
And its sound was especially lonely.
Jiang Wang's "defeat" came swiftly enough.
The mighty hegemonic power of the world, the vast grasslands—of course they could not let him run wild and swagger about. They could not let him utter such brash words and then stroll away unscathed.
The one to grant him defeat was not Huyan Jingxuan.
If Mu Kingdom's strongest True Person truly came to hunt him down without actually killing him, that would be far too undignified.
Thus, the one who came was the newly advanced True Person, the Messenger of the Living God.
Cang Ming's intervention could be considered an answer to Jiang's thunderous cry for defeat upon the grasslands. Letting a young man defeat another young man, without taking advantage of the years, was enough to display the Great Mu Empire's deep foundations.
Of course,