But when that sky-obscuring sleeve, like an abyssal maw, descended, all the techniques he employed became a joke.
After a dizzying spin, he found himself locked in that pitch-black, chaotic space.
"I never expected that after just over twenty years, you, my Little Junior Brother, have grown to such an extent. Sigh. The later waves of the Yangtze River push on the former waves, and the former waves die on the sandy shore."
Confirming his inability to break Qi Xiu's Universe in the Sleeve, Wei Wujie chuckled and shook his head in surrender. Although surprised, he also felt somewhat relieved. Being naturally optimistic, he wouldn't harbor resentment or jealousy just because his Little Junior Brother had surpassed him. And with his Little Junior Brother possessing such formidable techniques, perhaps it was indeed more appropriate for him to undertake this mission than himself.
