Yanyu ran toward Kyrian. Her heart still raced from what she had just witnessed.
The way Kyrian moved seemed simple from the outside, but every step, every strike, was calculated and fatal. Despite his cultivation being below the beast's, he had been in control the entire time.
She couldn't understand why the beasts suddenly slowed down, but she guessed it was another ability of Kyrian's physique.
'So this is how a genius fights…'
'I guess no matter how hard I try, there will always be a line separating us. Ordinary people, and the chosen ones.'
'Like living in different worlds.' She thought to herself.
She didn't feel envy, only a sense that fate was a little unfair. But even if she couldn't compare to him, she would use everything she could learn from Kyrian. And then she would enter the Verdant Sword Sect.
Kyrian had already collected all the insect corpses into his ring. His breathing was calm again. He stood still, waiting for Yanyu.
