"It seemed Su Mo wasn't coming!"
"What a disappointment. I thought Su Mo could challenge Zhan Luan's position as the undefeated number one among the younger generation, but I never expected him to be so worthless!"
"Coward! What a coward!"
"He didn't even have the courage to fight. He truly disgraced his title as an Ancient Prodigy!"
"Damn it... I spent half a month traveling billions of miles to Biyun Lake, only to come for nothing. What rotten luck!"
"Fuck, what prodigy genius? He was nothing more than a cowardly rat!"
A clamorous tide of voices surged into the sky. By this point, everyone had run out of patience, and many had even grown angry.
If Su Mo had arrived a few hours late, that would have been understandable.
But now, an entire day had passed. The agreed date had long gone by, yet Su Mo had still not arrived. That could only mean he was not coming at all.
"Damn it!" Zhan Luan had long since risen to his feet. He stood above Biyun Lake, his face as dark as still water.
"A greedy, life-fearing wretch was unworthy of being my opponent!"
Zhan Luan shook his head helplessly. Then his figure flashed, and he flew to a nearby mountain peak, landing amidst the people of the War God Hall.
"Let's go back!" Zhan Luan said to the War God Hall members. Since Su Mo was not coming, there was no need for them to waste any more time here.
"Luan'er, wait another day! Since we've already come, one more day makes no difference!" said an elder of the War God Hall.
Hearing this, Zhan Luan pondered briefly before nodding.
Indeed, since they were already here, waiting another day was nothing. What if Su Mo had truly been delayed by