After saying this, Gu Sheng turned around and left, leaving behind a cold and indifferent figure and a scene of complete wreckage.
Han Yishui, meanwhile, sat dumbfounded on the ground, as if all strength and hope had drained out of him. At this moment, he finally understood the vast disparity between himself and Gu Sheng...
Han Yishui sat on the ground, watching Gu Sheng's departing silhouette, his heart filled with regret and fear.
He had originally believed he could manipulate this young man at will, yet in the end, it was he who suffered a crushing defeat.
"Master, what should we do?" A disciple cautiously asked.
Han Yishui said nothing. He simply sat there silently, as if his entire world had collapsed.
He understood that this time he had truly lost, and he had lost miserably.
Not only had he lost those precious Spiritual Artifacts, but he had also lost the dignity and prestige of being an elder.
