429 A Disconsolate, Miserable Cry Heard From Miles Away

In a palace suspended in the void, the Blood Space Ruler was watching the scene on a screen silently. The image felt as immersive as if he was inside it.

"Blood Space, these young people sure know how to cause much more of a ruckus than we did when we were younger!" the Pure Sun Ruler said as he twirled the transparent crystal wine glass in his hand.

The Blood Space Ruler shrugged his words off. "It seems like the Fiery Sun Path is still unscrupulous!"

"The younger generation will eventually replace us," the Pure Sun Ruler said faintly. "Besides, they were unconvinced by our loss this time. You know that this sort of situation is rarely welcomed or accepted by anyone!"

The Blood Space Ruler nodded. He had actually expected this.

It was natural for the disciples of the Fiery Sun Path to feel resentful. After all, they had won three games and tied one. They had basically been just one step away from victory.