He was not yet five hundred years old, considered part of the same younger generation as Xu Xing, and also a Pride of Heaven. Yet, Xu Xing's words made him feel as if he had aged centuries in an instant, like a flower past its bloom.
"Friend Yu need not consider himself a junior," Xu Xing began. "When I was in the Flying Feather Immortal Palace, I observed the Heaven, Earth, and Human Three Ranks. I still recall the Shadow Assassination Hall's assessment of you: 'Sword slashes six demon generals in yellow sands, first among the Northern Wilderness Sword Immortals...'"
Xu Xing mused for a moment, a flicker of reminiscence in his eyes, and said wistfully, "Looking back, I greatly admired your distinguished style."
"Currently, I merely hold a slight advantage over you in terms of realm, Friend Yu."
"Given time, Brother Yu will catch up. A momentary victory or defeat means little."
As he spoke, he retrieved a sheet of golden paper from his sleeve and offered it to Yu Buzhou.
