Chapter 897

Calum added, "What could you possibly do in the face of a three-grade gap?" Steven stood amid the storm of swords and shadows, locking eyes with Calum from a distance. His gaze was calm, like a still lake. "A gap of three grades? Perfect. You'll make an excellent whetstone." It was Steven's first time battling a fourth-grade profound grandmaster since recovering from his injuries. This fight was merely a test, a way to gauge the true strength of his grade. The result surprised him. A fourth-grade grandmaster wasn't as formidable as he'd imagined. But in an instant, it all made sense to him. His journey had been anything but ordinary—countless life-or-death struggles had pushed him to his limits repeatedly. Most cultivators didn't face such trials. They were often taken in by powerful families early on, shielded from danger, and deprived of the chance to hone their skills. Their high grades were meaningless, incapable of reaching their full potential. It was like a built boxer