The final match of the Sect's Grand Competition quietly came to a close.
Qing Yueqiu slowly exhaled a turbid breath and sheathed the snow-white light of her sword.
In an instant, a roar like a tsunami erupted. Countless cultivators leaped to their feet, cheering the coronation of the undisputed champion of the Dao Sect's younger generation.
But Qing Yueqiu herself remained expressionless, not a trace of victorious joy in her eyes.
Because… these opponents were all too weak.
They were far weaker than their real-world counterparts.
And besides… her victory had not been witnessed by her Master.
At that moment, Qing Yueqiu recalled something her little junior sister once said: "What's the point of all your hard work if the person you want to see it isn't there?"
'So this is what it's like,' she thought. 'Beating everyone in the Sect's Grand Competition, winning the glory of "champion"... it's all completely meaningless.'
