"Though he had looked like a terrified rabbit in the beginning—panicked, foolish, and utterly pathetic."
"In the end... he had at least managed to steady his mind and choose to face his end with dignity, like a warrior."
"This willpower he had rapidly gathered in the face of despair was fairly commendable."
Esdeath strode over on her long legs from the edge of the cliff. Her ice-blue eyes swept over the patch of open ground where Lin Feng had vanished, and a curve rose at the corner of her lips.
In her view, lacking strength was understandable, but losing one's fighting spirit and dignity was unforgivable.
Lin Feng's final performance had barely recovered a few impression points.
Almost as soon as Esdeath finished speaking, another cool, calm voice slowly rang out.
"His temperament was frivolous and his foundation unstable, like duckweed without roots or a castle in the air."
"He bowed before strength and collapsed at setbacks. That was a grave taboo in cultivation."
"Though, in his final moment, he saw through the confusion in his heart, let go of his obsession with life and death, and recovered a trace of his original self. His heart's boat briefly found anchorage amid raging waves. Even if it had merely been a fleeting enlightenment, a final flash before death, it was still rare."
"Unfortunately, he awakened too late. Like an ephemeral insect wishing to glimpse the vastness of Heaven and Earth, he was born only to die, leaving behind nothing but a faint clear cry."
Lin Feng's strength had not been weak, but it had been extremely unstable. Most likely, he had not acquired it through diligent cultivation.
There had not been the slightest hint of technique in his battle, only the pure release of energy.
More importantly, his temperament had been