Wang's expression stiffened at Bai Lung's critique, a spark of frustration flaring in his eyes.
The young man, the chosen one had always prided himself on his skills, and to have them dismissed so casually by an outsider, an emissary no less was a blow to his pride. Yet, he held his tongue, bowing slightly in acknowledgment.
A protagonist hating the villain, nothing out of the ordinary.
"I thank you for your guidance, Young Master. I will strive to improve my arts and technique," Wang said, his voice carefully controlled, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed his true feelings.
Bai Lung merely nodded, his gaze remaining sharp and unyielding.
"Do not mistake my words for mere criticism, fellow Daoist, consider them a guidance. You have potential, but the potential is meaningless if left unrealized... No matter how fertile a field is if left empty, it's no better than a desert,"
