Two days later
The Old Beast Monarch sat alone on the sofa, staring blankly at the shadow beneath him, silent.
Once, he firmly believed that his path was the strongest one, that no one could surpass him. Even if someone was more powerful, it was only because their basic attributes were stronger, not because they surpassed him in technique.
But Ye Mingqiu was different. This guy's speed in improving techniques was insanely fast; he had never seen someone's skill level improve at such a rapid pace—it was terrifying.
"Mr. Beast King, what's wrong?"
Young Master Lu walked in from the doorway, carrying the Great Sword that had been maintained by the Old Beast Monarch.
Although the Great Sword had been repaired significantly, there were many areas where damage was too severe, making it impossible to fully restore, significantly reducing its strength limit.
"Thank you."
