After saying this.
The old man silently watched the young woman, mockery curling at the corners of his mouth.
He gazed leisurely at her.
He saw a frail figure clad in black, standing with her hands at her sides.
Her dark eyes were lowered, as though she were truly considering his words.
He had seen too many so-called geniuses... and too many arrogant fools who thought themselves extraordinary.
Yet in the end, when faced with the rules of this world, every one of them had chosen to compromise.
Those who refused to compromise had all turned to dust among these mountains and rivers.
Besides, it made no difference to him whether she chose to keep trying to kill Wang Canglan or to stop.
Though Wang Canglan was the first disciple of the Jade Capital Pavilion and the greatest prodigy in the Eastern Territory,
when all was said and done, he was nothing more than a vessel cultivated by the orthodox lineage for the Painting Realm.
If this young woman had truly been blinded by bloodlust and insisted on killing him,
then let her kill him.
It would only mean finding someone else to bear the Painting Realm.
"..."
After a long while.
Under the old man's watchful gaze, she finally made a move.
She did not look wary, as he had expected, nor did she immediately turn to leave.
Instead, she indifferently lifted her foot.
She strode toward Wang Canglan, who lay in a pool of blood, on the verge of death.
But as she passed him,
he heard a scoff.
The young woman turned her head slightly.
"You worthless piece of trash."
"..."
The old man's face darkened at once.
As her words fell,
the black mist around her no longer remained contained.
Jiang Yuechu slowly raised her right