Cain indifferently shrugged, his casual demeanor a stark contrast to the earth-shattering display of power he had just unleashed. "Those Core disciples, Ling Shengyue, and Zhen Tianyun will undoubtedly have some kind of life-saving method to pull them out at the last second," he observed coolly. "They will just need more time, that's all."
His words, spoken with such nonchalance, carried an implicit understanding of the cultivation world's harsh realities. In this realm of power and ambition, only the strong survived. Those who couldn't keep up were left behind, their dreams and aspirations nothing more than dust in the wind.
"Even still," Yulong huffed with overflowing pride, her eyes shining with adoration as she gazed at Cain, "it's always a nice reminder to see the chasm between you and these so-called geniuses."
