The Second Young Master had passed peacefully.
At least, that was what Xuan Yuanming thought.
He had died, admittedly.
But he had suffered little fear or torment, and his end had come swiftly.
In life, the Second Young Master had always liked twists and turns.
To die so cleanly could be considered a good end for him.
As for the truth... had Xuan Yuanming endured humiliation to shoulder a greater burden, or had he simply clung to life and feared death?
Did it really matter?
As long as he survived to the very end and reached the end of the Great Dao.
Then what he had done today would be a wise choice in accordance with the times.
Xuan Yuanming shook his head slightly, silently mourning for a moment before quickly composing himself and waiting for the girl to continue.
Jiang Yuechu wore a cold expression, her gaze lowered slightly.
Words quietly appeared on the panel before her.
[Chessmaster Realm creature slain. Gained 4,213,500 years of Dao Cultivation.] [Current Dao Cultivation: 6,367,242 years.]
Looking at those numbers, she calculated for a moment.
With the same four million and two hundred thousand-odd years of Dao Cultivation, Bai Wenge had reached the Tenth Son Realm. His talent seemed greater than the Skywater Qilin's.
But that was not actually the case.
The reasoning was simple, whether judged by techniques or combat strength.
This Second Young Master was clearly inferior to that prodigy from Cloud Dream.
Daring to spend time on things other than advancing one's cultivation realm meant having ample confidence in reaching the summit in the future.
Still, Jiang Yuechu did not dwell on it. Whether his talent was strong or weak, how could it compare to the sheer shock of what she had achieved at eighteen or nineteen?
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