Duan Wu Qian had actually lost? Died? Had a legend of his generation ended just like that?
No one could believe it, but it was the truth.
A peerless talent of his generation, Shanmen Quanzhen's sole Constellation True Disciple, had fallen at the hands of one of his own in a seemingly meaningless duel.
What was this? Tearing down their own Great Wall?
No one knew whether Shanmen Quanzhen would change because of this, but the other traditions would probably be laughing up their sleeves. Another Constellation True Disciple was gone. Of the Twelve Zodiac Signs, only nine remained. How many would be left when Heaven-Sent Lingqing arrived twenty years from now?
What people found inconceivable was that two of them, Duan Wu Qian and Tang Yan, had the most direct connection to the fellow before their eyes.
What people did not yet know was that all three were connected to him. All three had been helped on their way by his delight in helping others.
Whatever Quanzhen's future might hold, losing one of its most outstanding disciples now was the greatest loss of all!
True Person Duan was doing everything he could to restrain himself. He knew he could not lose his temper now, much less rashly strike out in anger. These were rules everyone in the cultivation world had to obey, all the more so the higher their cultivation realm.
Duan Wu Qian had died simply because his skills had been inferior. But if True Person Duan struck, the Duan Prince's Residence would lose all face and have nowhere left in the Jade Capital. No one would think anything of him, and he would have no path left except to roam the world with those Four Old Men!
A man could die, but the lineage could not fall.