"Have you truly decided?" Wei He asked softly. "With your natural aptitude, if you persist, you may yet have a chance of breaking through into Ming Gan in the future. But if you give up, there will truly be no hope left."
Wang Shaojun smiled.
"Life is unpredictable. I cannot spend decades gambling on an uncertain possibility, abandoning everything else and staking it all. I can't do it."
He continued, "Do you know that two top geniuses no less talented than I have emerged in Taizhou? Mo Suanyun of the Mo family, and Bai Hao of the Autumn Pond Sword Sect. Neither is yet twenty, but they have already reached the completion stage of Martial Mastery. They have challenged the younger generation's experts from Xuanjing's three great families one after another, and not once have they lost."
"The Mo family is merely a small family that moved here from elsewhere. The Autumn Pond Sword Sect is likewise a medium-sized sect that relocated here. What is there to fear?" Wei He frowned.
"The day before yesterday, I attended a banquet for the younger generation of my Lineage and met Bai Hao of the Autumn Pond Sword Sect. He was very much like me back then. His father is a top expert in the Destroy Nest Alliance, no weaker than I am. He is formidable and not someone to be taken lightly." Wang Shaojun smiled.
He fixed his gaze on Wei He once more.
"Well? We are brothers. Come help me."
This was a choice.
Clearly, Wang Shaojun was currently in the governor's favor. Following him meant taking another road.
Yet once he embarked on that road, the time he could devote to cultivation would likely be greatly reduced.
Even now, Wang Shaojun's cultivation had already declined somewhat from sorting through government