Two green flames appeared above Lu Chengwen's head.
A pillar of black energy shot straight into the sky.
The ancestor glanced over calmly. "Only two blossoms, yet it possesses such power."
Medicine Elder placed another piece on the board. "Times have changed. Lu Chengwen may be the one holding the lever that controls the tides of the next era."
"Heh." The ancestor said, "I already thought highly of him, but your assessment is even higher. What exactly does he have that makes you value him so much?"
Medicine Elder said, "Actually, nothing much. He..."
Medicine Elder turned his head to look at the enormous black pillar of energy as dark green battle clouds began winding around it. The two colors reflected each other, making the battle-cloud energy seem even more terrifying, powerful, and oppressive.
"He is not even the kind of martial artist I respect. He loves playing little tricks, sucking up to people, going wherever the wind blows. His talent is mediocre, and he has the face of a scheming petty man."
"And yet you still believe in him."
Medicine Elder looked at the ancestor. "What about me? What about Hun Tiangang? What about Li Dabai? Which one of us was not peerlessly talented, arrogantly convinced that no one under heaven could defeat us? We thought we could roam the world freely, give no one face, and contend against the entire world with a sword, a spear, or even our bare hands! And what happened?"
Medicine Elder gave a bitter smile. "We all lost."
He shook his head. "We did not lose to anyone. We lost to time, to fate, and to ourselves."
Medicine Elder rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and watched Lu Chengwen charge and fight desperately through the crowd, carrying Little Monkey