Shen Changchuan was the first to meet Roaming Dragon after he emerged from seclusion.
At this time, all the injuries from the backlash of his failed breakthrough into the Mystic Core Realm had fully healed.
He had also reluctantly accepted the reality of his failed breakthrough.
What else could he do?
Even if he refused to accept it, whether he accepted it or not, reality was there, and it could not be changed!
Roaming Dragon had come step by step to where he was today, rising from an ordinary inner disciple of the Immortal Sect to become one of the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect.
He had never been some flower raised in a greenhouse, one to collapse for good after suffering a setback.
Even so, Shen Changchuan could still clearly see that a little more gray-white had appeared at his temples.
Moreover, the high-spirited vigor once hidden in his expression had faded away, leaving it tinged, more or less, with a trace of desolation.
Sitting across from him, Shen Changchuan could also more or less sense the regret in his heart.
Accepting reality was one thing, but the regrets that reality brought were not so easily worn away.
What was more, his master and grandmaster had placed Ten Thousand Blade Peak's final hopes upon him, seeking out countless heavenly treasures and precious resources for him, all to cultivate someone of the next generation capable of holding up Ten Thousand Blade Peak.
Yet in the end, he had failed!
He had let down True Person Qianyuan and the Mountain-Moving Old Ancestor's expectations.
At the same time, he had nearly shut himself out forever from the gates of the Mystic Core Realm.
With such a crushing failure, even if he had forced himself to accept it, how could it possibly