Qin Huai watched as the defeated martial artist's form crumbled into pure white stars, which then surged towards Bai Shiquan like a swarm of fireflies.
"Is this how one cultivates in the spirit world?" he wondered aloud, finding the concealment of souls method seemingly crude.
"Essentially, it's still about seizing," Long Huixing admitted, forcing a smile. "The progress of martial artists and evolution of beings all boil down to competing for the world's resources, challenging all life forms."
"However, it appears we are not destined for this opportunity," he added, his face solemn. "With a strong expert like Bai Shiquan, we stand no chance. That man is a direct descendant of the white tiger clan, one of the eight royal races, granting him an inherent advantage. As for Bai Shiquan, he has the most solid foundation among his peers."
