"Still holding up?"
"I could fight another three hundred rounds and still be standing."
"Oh? Really?"
"Truer than gold."
"Then go find someone else to fight for three hundred rounds. I'll wave the flag for you."
"Get lost!"
Meng Chuan leaned against a stone pillar, nearly choking with fury at Luo Feng's words.
"Heh-heh." Luo Feng grinned slyly and surveyed the space.
"Great Emperor, did you notice? After you beat that Path Guardian, he seemed even happier than if he'd won."
"Maybe he's like Dugu Qiubai, or maybe losing benefits him more," Meng Chuan replied casually.
Who cares whether he's happy? I won, and I'm happy.
Meng Chuan and the Path Guardian had fought a fierce battle, displaying divine might at its peak.
In the end, Meng Chuan had the last laugh and claimed victory.
If he had lost, he could hardly be standing here now.
It had been a satisfying battle, one that confirmed many things.
After the fight, the Path Guardian vanished, and Meng Chuan and Luo Feng arrived here.
Though the Saint Origin Hall had the name and appearance of a palace, nothing inside it had looked remotely like one.
But this place was different.
It was a modest-sized room with towering stone pillars and a floor of bluestone. The walls were made of the same material and shimmered with a faint azure light.
At the center of the room stood a desk, with two stone seats on opposite sides.
Now this looked like a proper palace.
"So this is the heart of the Saint Origin Hall..." Luo Feng looked toward the desk.
"This is the place that deserves to be called the sacred hall the Path Guardian mentioned. Everything else was just the outskirts." Meng Chuan looked thoughtful, then walked toward the desk.
The desk was