"Gah... So embarrassing!" The white crow hung its head low, covering its face with a single wing.
"Old hag, don't you laugh at me! You'd be the same..." the black crow cawed bizarrely, but Zhuo Canglang quickly muffled its beak.
"Hah!" The Snow Ancestor scoffed, remaining proud and serene. "That boy's innate talent and constitution are indeed remarkably resilient, but even the best talent needs time to be honed. My own talent might not be superior to his, but right now, competing in the same Realm? I truly don't see how I could possibly lose!"
She recalled the times she had lost face to Wang Xiu in the Hidden Sect. Spurred by this memory, she picked up the Soul Fighting Machine. "Watch closely, little Lang. If you yourself are lacking, don't blame the road for being rough!"
「Half an hour later.」
A deafening silence permeated the area.
"Perhaps... we should just let it go?" Zhuo Canglang suggested cautiously, looking at the Snow Ancestor's frosty expression.
