"Hong Yun! What do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me?"
Hong Yun shook his head, a tired smile on his face.
"No, I'm really at my limit. To persist further would only harm my foundation."
He paused for a moment.
"However, you're not much better off, are you?"
Mi Yingzong was silent for a moment and finally sighed.
"Hmph! At least you have some keen eyesight."
The two exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, and the tense atmosphere finally eased.
Although they competed with each other, as geniuses of Qinghe Holy Land, there was also a mutual appreciation between them.
"I'm leaving first."
Hong Yun turned and walked toward the exit, his steps somewhat unsteady.
"Mi Yingzong, next time we meet, I will surpass you."
"In your dreams!"
Mi Yingzong shouted after him.
"Next time, I will make sure you can't even see my shadow!"
Hong Yun didn't look back, just waved his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared into the mist of the magma.
