Because of the minor incident before the celebration began, Li Yulou seemed rather distracted throughout the victory celebrations and award ceremony that followed. After accepting everyone's congratulations in public and receiving his reward for this campaign-a flying sword forged from blood-patterned mystic gold-he hurried off the stage and left.
The other elites from the great sects were similarly unenthusiastic. Fang Qianyuan was so much younger than these fellow members of his generation, yet his strength was formidable and unfathomable. For the foreseeable future, for decades to come, the elites of their generation would all remain under his shadow. This was not even a contest on the same level!
Some of the aristocratic clan scions and rogue cultivators who had participated, however, seemed quite satisfied.
Resources were harder for them to obtain than for Li Yulou and the others. This opportunity had earned them a tidy profit, along with some renown. What more could they ask for?
"Do you see now? This is why I wouldn't let you campaign in the Demon Realm. That is enemy territory. You would be infiltrating it to fight, without a great army nearby to support you. Victory would be all well and good, but a defeat could mean the annihilation of your entire force!"
"What Spellbreak City needs are pawns it can push forward to inflict casualties on the enemy. Once a pawn crosses the river, its fate is no longer its own. The glory and benefits afterward are merely compensation for the risks it took."
"You are a top-tier genius of a caliber our Azure Cloud Sect has rarely seen in all its history. If the sect deploys you, it will be at a more crucial juncture. The risks might be no smaller than this time, but the rewards will certainly be greater!"
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