Xu Yuan wanted to say something to ease Ran Qingmo's frustration, but she'd already dragged her meditation cushion to a corner of the inner hall to cultivate, giving him no chance to speak.
He could roughly guess what was on her mind.
But all he felt was helplessness—this wasn't something that could be soothed with words.
Though Big Ice Lump always remained cool and detached, seemingly uninterested in anything outside of cultivation, Xu Yuan knew that deep within her heart, she too possessed the pride of one who walked alone at the pinnacle of the world.
If she lacked that pride, she wouldn't have declared, back in the cavern beneath Tianmen Mountain, that she could defeat the Grandmaster-level Xu Changge.
Yet that pride was ruthlessly pierced through by someone as overpowered as him.
She had painstakingly cultivated for nineteen years to reach the Primordial realm, while he'd transcended mortality in three.
Anyone would find that unacceptable.
