Let's not talk about how Qin Qingluo broke through after years of accumulation.
Just by receiving that inch of glazed light, she achieved immortality, untouched by disaster.
And complemented by Wuxiang Zen Master's vestment robe, its martial arts techniques were truly indescribable.
Even though Chen Yi had newly comprehended the Killing Sword, matching blade for blade with her, staking his life in the final clash, he still suffered a narrow defeat.
Defeat meant death—what was the difference between a narrow defeat and a crushing one?
Thus, the one-armed woman carefully recounted Qin Qingluo's background to Chen Yi.
She laid bare the lineage of Qin Qingluo's ancestors dating back 18 generations, as well as her first experience wielding a spear as a child, up to her eventual succession of the hereditary title of king.
"Then… how much chance do I have?" Chen Yi asked.
"Thirty percent," Zhou Yitang replied.
