Yang Tiansheng looked at Yang Ge silently, his gaze somewhat complex.
After a long while, he finally spoke, "Young Master understands that your mind is sharper than mine... but have you really thought this through? Do you know what you will be facing once your words are out there?"
"Jianghu is not all about fighting and killing."
"Jianghu is about human relationships and worldly wisdom!"
"Relying on not being afraid of death and charging forward recklessly is a sure way to get yourself killed..."
Yang Ge suddenly laughed, "You understand this too?"
Yang Tiansheng frowned, "Do you really think I've survived in jianghu all these years solely on my swordsmanship?"
Yang Ge's smile faded, and he said earnestly, "Then have you ever considered that this might be why your sword is not sharp enough?"
