That afternoon.
Zhuo Bufan left the Foundation Establishment Courtyard.
He looked up at the bright sky and let out a heavy breath.
Then he looked down at the paper in his hand. The entire sheet trembled and shook along with his hands.
After a long moment, the trembling in his hands finally subsided. He then gently folded the paper and put it away.
Only then did he start walking again, wanting to go back and get some proper rest.
There were some things in this world you couldn't force, and you couldn't fight for.
The only thing to do was to accept them.
'So what if I'm a genius? So what if I'm invincible?'
'It just means I had never met a true prodigy before.'
Suddenly, Jiang Man's recent words echoed in his mind.
"This time, it's not that you were weak, but that I was too strong."
Zhuo Bufan sighed and descended Cloud Mist Peak.
He gazed at the crimson-tinged river ahead, then followed it upstream.
He had never paid any attention to this Chishui River before.
