Mu En was starting to question everything.
He felt that the worldview he had built over more than two hundred years was facing an unprecedented challenge-and was already teetering on the brink of collapse.
No wonder... no wonder that ever since he had stood before Wang Xian'er, all he could discern was that she had reached the same level as him. Everything else was like looking at flowers through a fog, impossible to make out clearly.
He could not understand it.
What Wang Xian'er had displayed now went beyond everything Mu En knew about Soul Masters. This simply could not be something a human could accomplish.
Both the nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings she had upgraded after acquiring them and the yin-yang complementary dual soul cores that no Soul Master in history had ever successfully condensed sent towering waves crashing through Mu En's heart.
"Perhaps... there really is hope of healing this old man." Once his shock passed, Mu En smiled in acceptance.
Whatever Wang Xian'er had done to achieve this, the stronger she was, the greater her chances of healing him.
Mu En ought to have been happy.
Yet, for some reason, his mouth tasted bitter, and a sudden sense of defeat welled up inside him.
The grave dirt was already piled up to the crown of his head, and he was practically ready to be laid to rest. Mu En, who had rarely met a worthy opponent in his entire life and had never been so utterly outclassed by one of his peers, had now suffered a crushing blow from Wang Xian'er.
Wang Xian'er paid no attention to Mu En's tangled emotions. After she released her martial soul, a two-meter-long Healing Angel staff appeared in her hand.
Under Mu En's gaze, Wang Xian'er raised the staff and