Everyone present could be called the top talents of the East barren. However, when they heard the Prince of the Ziwei Empire and the demon of the ancient Qin family, they all fell silent.
"Hu!"
Taba Feng heaved a long sigh as sword radiance flickered in his eyes. those two are just more talented. Talent can't decide everything. In the future, we may not be weaker than them!
After saying that, Taba Feng regained his confidence.
Liu Xinghe, the three disciples of the Cold Moon sect, and the myriad swords Saint son's followers all nodded in agreement. Talent meant a higher starting point, but many overwhelming prodigies had died young. Talent didn't determine how far one could go in the future.
The young monk fa Kong's tone was erratic as he said, " "Talent can't decide everything, but his background is very deep! The cultivation resources that you fought for with all your might can be squandered by others at will. What do you have to compete with others?"
