Jiang Ding gave his flying sword one final wipe, sheathed it, rose to his feet, and flew outside.
Just as his back was about to vanish through the doorway—
"Your Majesty,"
unable to suppress her emotions, the Fusang Holy Maiden said, "if you chose to consume the Fusang Sun Immortal Fruit now, with your talent, you would surely have over a ninety percent chance of success. Even if it could not reach one hundred percent, that would still be enough."
"Truly, truly enough."
"Myriad Laws Heir and True Phoenix Heir almost certainly did not have a one hundred percent chance of breaking through to become True Immortal Heirs back then. At least dozens of their brothers and sisters had to die before they were born."
"It truly is enough already."
She had never been able to understand why sword cultivators insisted on breaking through to True Immortal Heirs alone.
It was simply too inefficient.
There was clearly another broad road of light before them!
"My immortal path,"
"will never stop at a Nine Tribulations Supreme."
"For something as trivial as breaking through to a True Immortal Heir, why would I use external objects? That would be a denial of myself."
Jiang Ding glanced back at her and said blandly, "I will surely triumph. Mere external objects are hardly anything crucial."
"Soft persimmon, remember this: before you stands a True Immortal in his youth—a True Immortal hatchling, an underage True Immortal. Never some True Immortal Heir."
"What are a few winds and frosts worth mentioning?"
"A True Immortal hatchling?"
The Fusang Holy Maiden froze.
She wanted to say something, but that figure had already gradually disappeared.
The place returned to silence.
After a long while—
"Pfft!"
The Fusang Holy Maiden could not help but laugh softly.
A True Immortal hatchling!
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