After saying this.
The old man quietly watched the girl, a mocking smile curling at his lips.
He gazed at her leisurely.
The slender figure shrouded in an ink-black robe stood with her hands hanging at her sides.
Her pitch-black eyes were lowered, as though she were truly considering what he had said.
He had seen far too many so-called geniuses... and far too many arrogant madmen who thought themselves above all others.
Yet in the end, when faced with the rules of this world, every last one of them had chosen compromise.
Because those who refused to compromise had already become dust among these mountains and rivers.
Besides, to him, it made no difference whether she chose to continue killing Wang Canglan today or chose to stop.
Though Wang Canglan was Jade Capital Tower's foremost disciple and the Eastern Region's number one prodigy.
In the end, he was merely a vessel the Dao Orthodoxy had cultivated for the Painting Realm.
If this girl was truly blinded by killing intent and insisted on striking him down.
Then let her kill him.
At worst, they would simply find someone else to bear the Painting Realm.
"..."
After a long while.
Under the old man's gaze, she finally moved.
She did not reveal the wary expression he had expected, nor did she turn and leave at once.
Instead, she indifferently lifted her foot.
She strode toward Wang Canglan, who lay in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.
But as she passed him.
She heard a derisive snort.
The girl turned her head slightly.
"Stinking fish and rotten shrimp."
"..."
The old man's expression darkened instantly.
As her words fell.
The black mist around her no longer remained restrained.
Jiang Yuechu slowly raised her right hand, curling her five fingers in