Upon leaving Fatepath Peak, Li Xuanchen headed for the foot of the mountain instead of returning to Goldgleam Mountain where the Metal Bloodline resided.

On the river was a boy of about thirteen in white robes, lightly treading across the surface of the water as he approached. Despite his young age, the boy was slender and tall, with only a trace of childlike immaturity visible between his brows. His handsome features could almost be described as beautiful. Undoubtedly, this boy would grow into a gorgeous young man who could tempt talented beauties.

When he smiled, his eyes shone brightly and white teeth were revealed through his curled lips.

"Brother Li," greeted the boy.

"Shengcheng."

Despite being his senior, Li Xuanchen bowed his head slightly in a show of servitude.

"I came to watch the battle today and was planning to personally congratulate you on becoming junior sect master, but who could’ve imagined such an upset," lamented the boy.

"It’s nothing, I can wait half a year. It won't take long for Li Tianming to fall." 

"Don't you...