Barton's voice was deep, possessing a strange, penetrating quality that carried clearly throughout the entire arena.
"Li Wen."
Li Wen met his gaze directly, without the slightest hint of retreat.
"Your talent is the greatest of them all." Barton's voice was devoid of emotion, as if stating a simple fact.
"A Primordial Spirit Star Lord in your fifties, with a preliminary grasp of the Time Law, and walking a dual cultivation path... To have come this far in such a short life is quite impressive."
He paused for a moment, a rare hint of acknowledgment for a true genius flashing in his blood-red eyes.
"Give you a few more decades... and perhaps you'd truly be worthy of forcing my hand."
"A pity," his tone shifted, tinged with regret, "that as you are now, you're just too young."
In the end, Li Wen's foundation and accumulated experience were far too lacking.
Li Wen listened without any sign of anger, instead giving a calm nod.
He acknowledged the truth in Barton's words.
