Zi Lianji quietly clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and walked up to the three people.
"Qingxuan, Junior Sister, long time no see."
"Chief Zi."
"Senior Brother."
The two nodded in greeting, but their tone remained cold and distant, never letting go of Chen Mo's hand from beginning to end.
Zi Lianji's heart ached, and his expression turned somber.
The last time in the Cangyun Mountain Secret Realm, he was severely injured by Chen Mo, nearly damaging his foundation, and it took him months of seclusion to recover.
He thought this defeat would greatly damage his state of mind, and the sect had already prepared for the worst outcome, but unexpectedly, it only spurred on his pride.
Not only did his cultivation not stagnate, but it even progressed further, vaguely reaching the threshold of a breakthrough!
"Hundreds of battles on the yellow sands, the iron armor is cold, a single defeat does not dull its edge!"
