"Creating a technique… by watching?"
Mo Huyan repeated the words slowly, as if tasting them, her amethyst eyes widening in disbelief. For a brief moment, she openly stared at Wang Chen, as though trying to confirm whether the man seated before her was truly the same person she thought she knew.
She had always known this little cultivator was special. Anyone who could enter and leave this accursed place so freely could not be ordinary.
But this?
This went beyond talent. Beyond recklessness.
It was madness.
Never, in all her long existence, had she seen someone dare to believe they could create a technique simply by observing the workings of fate itself.
Wang Chen noticed her reaction and sneered inwardly.
Laugh all you want.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles whitening, his voice turning hard and unyielding.
"Mock me if you wish," he said evenly. "But this is something I, Wang Chen, will achieve."
