Outside the cave, the air felt noticeably colder, as if the tension from inside had seeped into the surroundings. Xuan Long followed An Mo out in silence, his steps steady but his expression grave.
After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice low but firm. "What exactly happened inside?"
An Mo did not answer immediately. He stood still, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance, his expression dark and unreadable. It was as if he was suppressing something… annoyance, perhaps even anger.
After a brief pause, he let out a quiet breath and spoke in a cold tone, "That man… actually dared to give up on his life."
Xuan Long's expression changed instantly. His brows drew together, and a trace of disbelief appeared in his eyes. "What?" he asked, his voice tightening. "Why?"
An Mo turned his head slightly, his gaze sharp. "He absorbed so many purple crystals," he said flatly, "but he couldn't advance even a single rank."
For a moment, Xuan Long could only stare at him.
