Xue Ying had always been a very patient person. Even when he had been faced with the enormous Mo Yang Clan at the tender age of eight, he’d still persisted in crazily practicing his spear techniques; the amount of tempering that he’d experienced since then didn’t even need to be mentioned. Considering the fact that he’d managed to comprehend a grade one true meaning, his temperament was naturally quite distinct. After retrieving his wife from the brink of death, Xue Ying understood…
One needed to treasure every last piece of beauty in life! No matter how strong someone’s cultivation was, they had still reached that point in order to live and for all the people that they cherished. Therefore, if there was no need for him to go all out, he wouldn’t go all out, nor would he take unnecessary risks. He would rather quietly cultivate.
As for becoming a Deity?
