Though Sun Changfeng spoke calmly, he could not hide the helplessness and bitterness in his words.
As the child of a prodigy, he had carried his lineage's high hopes from the moment he was born.
Yang Xuanzhou knew exactly how that felt.
The only difference between them was the talent they had been born with.
As Sun Changfeng had said, talent was not something a person could choose. Of course he wished he had a gift as dazzling as his father's and could become the pride of his lineage.
But in truth, his talent and insight were only somewhat better than an ordinary cultivator's, nowhere near the level of a prodigy.
"With that resolve, senior, I'm sure you'll succeed."
"Heh. Then I'll take your kind words as a good omen."
"Please rest here a while, senior. I'll go help with the fight over there."
"All right... Huh? What did you say? You—"
Sun Changfeng froze. Before he could say anything more, Yang Xuanzhou's figure flashed away, speeding toward the battle between the four cultivators and the beast.
The other two wounded cultivators some distance away also noticed Yang Xuanzhou's arrival.
Before they could work out how this low-level Qi Gathering Cultivator had reached them without either of them sensing him, they stared in astonishment as he ran toward the battlefield.
"Has... has that kid lost his mind?"
"Late Qi Gathering? He's going to his death!"
The two were utterly baffled, but a mere three breaths later, their expressions froze.
After running a short distance, Yang Xuanzhou had flown straight into the air.
Before they could react to that, the young Qi Gathering Cultivator flipped his hand and summoned a ritual disc. A manifestation radiating frost and a razor-sharp edge shot from it.
Boom!
The Three-Eyed Snow Ferret had paid little