Hou Niao forced a bitter smile. His senior uncle indeed had the gall to say such things; of course, he didn't literally mean to kill these people, but rather to cultivate relationships through daily interactions and finally sever them with one strike—this was also a method for cultivators to test their resolve.
There were many ways to test one's resolve, and it was also possible not to test it at all. Everyone's path was different, and there was no need to copy anyone. What Yu Zhengxing wanted to convey to him was: his current glory might not be true glory, and Hou Niao's destitution might also not be true destitution.
As for learning the path, it was merely a matter of speaking, anything could be said.
Just like one could still explain after killing someone: "I am sending you to paradise, while I continue to suffer in this cruel reality," and so forth.
"It seems you don't quite agree?"
