"All right, I knew this would be the outcome. I can let you out now. I only hope you won't forget it in the future."
Seeing Ye Lin fall silent, the old man waved his hand. The world around them instantly shattered, and the two of them returned to the Firmament Sacred Land.
"I concede. I lost to you today, and I accept it wholeheartedly. I'm leaving."
"Remember this: this old man is Lin Feng. Back then, I too was a heaven's pride, but alas, in the Star River, this little bit of talent of mine was utterly ordinary."
"You are strong, and your comprehension is exceptional. In the future, you certainly will not stop here. This old man can quietly watch as you climb to the supreme peak. I'm leaving."
Lin Feng waved at Ye Lin before turning and walking away. He, too, had once been a heaven's pride, an invincible figure in the eyes of others.
He had fought his way out of his own world, never tasting defeat in his life. Yet ever since coming to the Star River, he had suffered blow after blow.
And now, the talent he had once taken such pride in was not even enough to enter the Inner Sect. Time had worn away his sharp edges.
Watching Lin Feng's somewhat frail back, Ye Lin could not help feeling reflective. The immortal path stretched endlessly on—how many could truly reach its end?
How many figures like Lin Feng were there? They were merely pitiful people brought down by reality.
But he would never become one of those pitiful people.
"Old Lin really is a sly old fox. I thought he didn't understand, but it turns out we were on the first floor while he was up in the stratosphere."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.