"I lost."
Chen Beiwu bowed slightly, his expression composed.
To put it plainly, given the gap between their cultivation realms, this had not been a spar at all, but one-sided instruction.
"What is there to speak of winning or losing?" Yu Wanqing shook her head. "I have merely lived a few years longer than you. If we sparred at the True Lord realm, I would be no match for you."
Their spar had not actually amounted to much. It had merely let her experience the formidable power of the primordial myriad tribulations body, while allowing Chen Beiwu to understand the unfathomable might of a Spirit Transformation Venerable.
To be fair, proud and supremely confident though Yu Wanqing was, she had to admit one thing:
If they fought to the death at the same realm, she at Nascent Soul Perfection would suffer a crushing defeat at Chen Beiwu's hands. Such was the domineering might of the primordial origin myriad tribulations body!
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist Yu. There are no ifs in this world. I am still too weak," Chen Beiwu said from the heart.
A loss was a loss.
Perhaps he could now briefly contend with Spirit Transformation cultivators from Beyond the Domain, but he was absolutely no match for anyone at middle Spirit Transformation or above in the Immortal Alliance. He might even be suppressed in an instant.
"Uh..."
Seeing Chen Beiwu acting as though his strength were pitifully weak, even the widely experienced Yu Wanqing struggled to keep her composure.
Seriously, someone who possessed such power at the Nascent Soul True Lord stage could be counted on one's fingers even across the vast Immortal Alliance. How was Chen Beiwu still dissatisfied?
With aspirations like these, no wonder Chen Beiwu had rejected the Great Dao guidance offered by the