Su Bai sat down as instructed, lifted the teacup, and took a light sip. The fragrance of the tea was crisp and pure, just as it had always been.
As if in a trance, he vaguely saw the scene from thousands of years ago, when he had first come here.
Yuan Heng looked at him with an indescribably complicated gaze—gratification, emotion, and an almost imperceptible trace of wistful sorrow.
This Immortal King, who had fought until death and seen far too many astonishing geniuses, found himself at a loss for words.
The Crownless King!
"The Crownless King..."
Yuan Heng softly savored the title, shook his head, and revealed a faint smile tinged with self-mockery.
"Back when you first came here, I still had to open the passage and protect you."
"When you came a second time, you were already able to discuss the Dao with me side by side."
"And this third time... I can no longer see the depth of your strength."
There was no jealousy in his words, only the dazed feeling of someone who had witnessed history and beheld an inconceivable miracle.
Such a short span of years was no more than the flick of a finger to existences like them, yet the man before him had already reached heights that even Yuan Heng at his peak might not have been able to match.
This was no longer something the words "peerless genius" could describe. This was a miracle itself, one that transcended reason and shattered all understanding.
Su Bai set down his teacup, his expression calm, without the slightest trace of arrogance over his own strength.
"You guided me. You saved Wushuang's life. You guarded All Heavens."
"No matter where Su Bai goes, I will never dare forget this gratitude."
Su Bai's tone was sincere and