"Otherwise, he could have taught me a few things and made me a legend too."
When Zhuo Wang got to this part, he seemed slightly embarrassed, so he rubbed his nose. After rubbing his nose, Zhuo Wang continued:
"He also talked about my grandfather and others. During times of war, they used their powers to save people amidst chaos. Although I kept agreeing with him as I listened, deep down, I never believed it. In this world, how could there be Martial Warriors? It's all just stuff from martial arts novels."
Zhuo Wang's eyes revealed a nostalgic expression, as if he was recalling his childhood, when his father used to fool him with these stories.
However, when Zhuo Wang thought about this, the emotions in his eyes turned melancholy. He sighed and continued, "It's just a pity, he's gone now. From now on, no one will tell me these stories anymore."
