Seeing the Yellow Emperor, Qi Yue could not but feel overjoyed, cried out, "Your Highness, you're okay. This is so great, really great." His joy emanated from deep within his heart, depicted through his expression. Due to the difference in height, Qi Yue had not seen the Emperor up close; however, a warm glow flickered in the Emperor's eyes.
"Young man, do you think an attack of that intensity could defeat me? You think too highly of yourself. I've told you, you are far from capable of passing my test with your current strength." The Yellow Emperor's voice remains firm and authoritative, even somewhat strict, yet for some reason, listening to the Yellow Emperor's lessons felt comforting to Qi Yue. He had been orphan since childhood, and while he had read many novels, he unknowingly regarded this ancestor of humanity as a stern father figure. Despite an underlying, subtle feeling, a sense of intimacy naturally radiated from Qi Yue.
