"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha."
The laughter that shook like thunder echoed in the vacuous expanse above the martial arts field. The Langhuan Sword Master did not conceal the appreciation in his eyes, "Whether it's aptitude, martial skills, or temperament, you're the highest among those of the past few centuries. Unfortunately, to become a Saint King, you are still lacking something."
"Dare I ask Senior,"
Tang Luo sat up straight and spoke calmly, "Since the predecessors could find a path from nowhere, why can't I walk the existing path?"
"The path tread by those before cannot be taken by you any longer."
Xu Lang chuckled lightly, "And the path you must now walk, the Tang Clan can no longer support."
"A son does not scorn his mother for her ugliness, nor does a dog scorn its home for its poverty. Walking one's own path is something one must do on their own."
Tang Luo shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly in response.
