The woman in purple felt her spirit breaking.
In her wildest imaginings, she had never conceived that her proud Seventh Grade Spiritual Celestial could be so utterly insignificant compared to a Ninth Grade Spiritual Celestial. It was like comparing a flickering candle to a raging sun.
The last traces of resentment she held for the prodigy vanished, swept away by a tide of pure dejection. All that remained was a hollow, crushing defeat.
Chen
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