"Wan Yulai is a genius."
Wu Xuanzhu slowly began.
He had already noticed that the members of the Zhige Base around him had surrounded the place, yet they did not dare to come close.
But he did not consider it a matter, casually finding a rock of just the right height to sit on as if it were a chair, placing his palms on his knees, ready to start telling a story.
"This old man seldom uses the word 'genius' to describe others."
Wu Xuanzhu said.
"In any field, as long as one is not dead, the heights one can eventually reach are uncertain. Martial arts are the same; it's not about who practices faster or who breaks through earlier that determines who is stronger... Before death, nothing is conclusive."
