Ling Que Daoist Venerable slowly raised his head.
His gaze towards Brother Cheng lacked any resentment or anger.
At this moment, he was as depressed as if dead.
Being able to become an Eighth-Grade Imperial Talisman Master, he was undoubtedly among the pinnacle of rune talent, one in a trillion.
It could be said, his life spanning hundreds of billions of years was adorned and built up by runes.
Now, suddenly losing the Talisman Making Technique, one can only imagine what it feels like.
It's like life's meaning suddenly vanished.
"You've won..."
His already old voice seemed to age again, becoming frail and powerless.
Beside him, Qingzhi Daoist Venerable had long ceased his mad shouting and roaring, and instead lowered his head, gently shaking it.
"I didn't expect there really was a transformation in the Refining Heart Dao!"
"Now that there's a Divine Lord, what purpose does our existence serve..."
At this moment, he could no longer call Jiang Cheng a fraud.
