The trusted disciple was stunned, at a loss for words.
Xie Songnian strolled to the window, his gaze falling upon the Central Martial Arts Arena. His eyes were as deep and dark as an ancient, frozen pool.
He wasn't surprised in the slightest that the failure, Fang Muye, had lost.
Ever since he'd learned that Jiang Che had emerged alive from True Master Bai Yi's abode with the inheritance in hand, he knew Fang Muye was no longer a match for him.
'How could a hothouse flower like Fang Muye, propped up by family resources and Elixir Pills, ever hope to compare to someone who had earned the recognition of a Great Power from the True Mastery Realm? What were his true trump cards and potential?'
'What a fine Jiang Che... And what a fine Xu Qingshan...'
He scoffed inwardly.
The trusted disciple watched the Vice Sect Leader's calm back, but an inexplicable chill crept into his heart.
