Above Yang Lake.
"Junior Sister!"
"Junior Sister Wang Xuan!!"
The two people aboard the tower ship cried out when they saw Wang Xuan falling from the sky.
An elderly woman reached toward Wang Xuan and beckoned. With a thud, Wang Xuan landed on the deck.
"Junior Sister Wang Xuan!" A gentle-faced woman hurried forward and helped her up.
"Senior Sister, why did you come out too?" Wang Xuan stared at her in surprise.
"I ran into a top-tier grandmaster," the woman said.
"Senior Brother, you..." She turned to the man beside her.
"Don't even ask! I ran into a martial artist no weaker than a top-tier grandmaster. His swordsmanship divided space itself—it was nothing short of divine!" the man said.
Then he asked, "What about you, Junior Sister?"
At the question, Jiang Ning's face surfaced in Wang Xuan's mind.
Her expression grew complicated.
If she had lost to a martial artist older than herself, she could have accepted it as calmly as her senior brother and sister had accepted their defeats.
Whether in the Martial Dao or the Immortal Dao, even the most gifted needed time to build their strength.
The older someone was, the longer they had cultivated and, all else being equal, the stronger they naturally were.
So losing to an older martial artist was perfectly normal.
More years meant deeper reserves.
As members of the younger generation, they had spent too little time training and cultivating. Naturally, they would struggle to defeat such people.
After all, which martial artist who reached the third-rank grandmaster realm was not a true prodigy, an outstanding figure of their generation?
They had prepared themselves for this before leaving the Qingyang Sect.
Before their departure, the sect elders had told them:
True invincibility did not mean never suffering defeat or winning a