Outside the Hidden Dragon Three Sons' cultivation grounds, Zi Xuan's eyes stared fixedly at the entrance.
The door hadn't opened, no one had arrived, but the will to fight already soared to the heavens.
His injuries had healed, completely healed! In order to recover, he had even left the Hidden Dragon Observatory intentionally and returned to Falling Champ Peak to ask his master for a superior pill, which finally healed his wounds.
It was precisely because of the time spent recuperating that he understood so many things. He had faced defeat before, but never had he experienced such continuous and unrelenting failure—whether he was injured or not, defeat was defeat.
All of a sudden, he realized he was wrong. Before this, in the Hidden Dragon Observatory, he had become one of the Hidden Dragon Three Sons, the one known as "Heaven," and he really started to believe he was Heaven itself, capable of overwhelming his generation.
He was too self-inflated, too arrogant.
