"Old man, quit yammering." Xiahou Aotian lowered his head and scolded the old man in the ring.
He was now a high-ranking Sovereign, wielding a rule-type item and equipped with numerous methods. Whether in rank or strength, he utterly surpassed the Occultist from the Qin dynasty at his peak.
In learning, age did not matter; the accomplished came first. What that meant was: if I was better than you, I got to swagger.
That was precisely the creed of the Scholar class.
"Though your version is outdated, your experience and insight still have some value," Xiahou Aotian said. "Following this great protagonist to defeat a demigod will be a credential you can brag about for the rest of your career."
The Qin dynasty Occultist flew into a rage. "Experience and insight are worthless before absolute strength. They can be shattered with a laugh. You brat, you can be blindly confident in yourself, but why are you blindly confident in me too?"
As he spoke, Xiahou Aotian realized that the Sole-Heir Knight had been silent for quite a while. When he turned to look, his expression changed drastically.
Zhai Cai's face was blue-white, frost had formed on his eyelashes, and his lips were black. He had already frozen into an ice corpse.
Seeing this, Xiahou Aotian hurriedly opened his Inventory, took out a dark red coat, and draped it over Zhai Cai.
A dim crimson glow lit up, bringing warmth. White vapor rose from Zhai Cai's body. After a dozen seconds, his eyeballs moved, and his stiff expression gradually came back to life.
"Hiss, hiss..." Zhai Cai, brought back to life, rubbed his hands vigorously, his lips trembling. "So cold, so cold..."
Xiahou Aotian said irritably, "You're a knight whose endurance and stamina are second only to an Earth Monster. How