Chapter 143.1: Could They All Be the Same Person?
After leaving the sect's grand hall, Kang Fulu walked side by side with Qi Yuan.
He sighed, uncertainty clouding his expression. "Junior Brother, this is your first long trip in years, right? We're suddenly leaving Great Shang and heading to Cuiyun Continent. Who knows what lies ahead? And who knows when we'll be able to return?"
Now, with the Hundred Nations Blood War looming, Great Shang was already teetering on the edge.
Perhaps, Lord Withered Tree had hoped they'd escape the chaos altogether by having them participate in the Eastern Lands Prodigy Battle. Best-case scenario, they'd catch the eye of a major sect, join them, and break free from the cage of the Hundred Nations and Cuiyun Continent.
"The Bright Palace will be gone soon. I'll finish the tournament and come back. I won't take long," Qi Yuan said casually, looking entirely relaxed.
Seeing him so calm, Kang Fulu couldn't help sighing.
Ah...sometimes it’s better to be blissfully ignorant. At least then, one could live without constantly worrying.
Even though he had formed a Golden Core, his heart was always weighed down.
"Junior Brother, just do your best in the tournament," Kang Fulu said, a faint hint of pride flashing in his eyes. "Don't compare yourself to me. I may have a First-grade Golden Core, which is unprecedented within Great Shang. But compared to the prodigies of the Eastern Lands, I'm still far behind."
He was being modest, yes, but it was also a humblebrag through and through.
"Within the top hundred on the Eastern Lands Prodigy Ranking, there are people who have forged Profound-grade, Earth-grade, even Heaven-grade Golden Cores. It's unimaginable."
Qi Yuan blinked, then looked at Kang Fulu with a sympathetic expression. "Senior Brother Kang, don't be discouraged. A First-grade Golden Core is indeed on the weaker side, but you still rank in the top ten in our sect, don't you?"