In the courtyard, the moonlight pooled like still water, lush vegetation interwoven while the pine and cypress cast shadows, serenely resembling a painting.
After quite some time.
Patriarch Zhao in midair finally sighed softly, "Fellow Daoist Yu, if there is something to blame, it's that you're too young and too outstanding."
Yu Xian held back for a long time before sneering:
"Shouldn't you be happy that I'm outstanding? It proves your exceptional vision, recognizing me as a true thoroughbred. This is your merit, so why would you want to erase it?"
"Is that even a reason?"
Patriarch Zhao said, "Why isn't it? Being young means that you still have a long life ahead of you, while being outstanding signifies that your long life will be filled with even greater accomplishments.
Either way, both aspects pose too great a threat to the future of the Zhao Family."
