"This boy is terrifyingly strong. Even at a time like this, he can still suppress Hun Sha, a late Seven-star Dou Sheng. His strength has surpassed even mine. The younger generation is to be feared, and he is worth the price our clan has paid for him."
Within a stretch of empty space stood a white-haired old man and a white-haired middle-aged man, watching everything unfold. Even they revealed looks of surprise as they watched the river of sword qi.
"His Dou Technique is also quite extraordinary. Within the clan, probably only that one technique can compare with it. What is even rarer is that he likely created this Dou Technique himself. That talent alone is already remarkable," the middle-aged man said softly, praise appearing in his eyes as he watched.
"No wonder Uncle Qu Feng praised him so highly. His talent truly surpasses mine. If anyone in the clan has the greatest chance of breaking through to Dou Di, it is probably this boy," the middle-aged man said, a smile appearing on his face.
"It is just that this boy ultimately grew up outside. He is not a heartless person, but his feelings toward the clan are ultimately still lacking," the old man said softly, seeming somewhat regretful.
"It does not matter. This is only a minor issue. As long as he can break through to Dou Di, his bloodline cannot be false. As for a sense of belonging, those who have broken through to Dou Di may not necessarily value their own clansmen all that much either." The middle-aged man did not care much about this, or rather, he took a more open-minded view of it.
"That is true." The old man nodded slightly at those words.
"Uncle Qu Feng, how much longer do you think Hun Sha