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Cloudveil Peak.

Immortal Crossing Sect.

As the rising sun climbed high.

Shriek—

A crane's cry pierced the sky.

Shen Wenyuan stood atop the peak, watching the Shadow Crane's departing figure.

"Marquis, I find I can't see through him at all!" Ye Zhengqi said from beside him.

"In this world, how many people can truly see through him?" Shen Wenyuan said.

"Marquis, do you think he can survive this trial?" Ye Zhengqi asked.

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!" Shen Wenyuan shook his head and said the word three times in succession.

Then he added, "A curse-killing art is an immortal method that even His Majesty cannot withstand. How could he possibly endure it? Unless..."

"Unless what?" Ye Zhengqi asked.

Shen Wenyuan gazed deeply at the black speck on the distant horizon.

"Unless he is willing to bow his head! Just as that man from the Soaring Immortal Sect said yesterday, lowering his head and submitting to an immortal cave heaven is his only path to survival."

At those words, Ye Zhengqi shook his head.

"Though I have not had much contact with Brother Jiang, I can see something of his character! There is a pride in his bones, an incomparable pride!"

"That pride of his will never allow him to bow his head!"

"At least, not now!"

Shen Wenyuan sighed. "Yes! Which is why he will not be able to endure this trial. One day, he will walk the same path as His Majesty today! Brother Jiang understands this as well. What he did yesterday was his choice!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhengqi fell silent.

Several breaths later.

The black speck formed by the immortal crane vanished entirely from his sight.

"Of the Immortal Crossing Sect's remaining resources, fifty percent will be sent to him. Are you truly willing to accept that, Marquis?" Ye