"Po Jun truly is a peerless treasure of a divine weapon, born of the same source as the inheritance of the Divine General Art I obtained. If I could fully control it and draw out all its power, even with my current cultivation, I would be confident I could battle a Great Cang Realm Peak expert."
"Unfortunately, this weapon's baleful qi is too heavy, its spirituality too unruly, and it even contains a trace of a damaged ancient war-soul will. Although I gained the inheritance's recognition and have initially refined it, I still need time before I can wield it as freely as my own arm. For now, I can only activate one or two-tenths of its power."
Xu Ziqian looked at Liu Ruxu, his tone returning to its previous calm and reason. "Junior Sister, a divine weapon may be excellent, but in the end, it is still an external object. The root of cultivation still lies in oneself. Relying too much on external objects can instead make one lose sight of one's true heart and obstruct the path of Dao."
"In tomorrow's battle, I shall face my enemies with the Divine General Art I myself have cultivated, and verify what I have gained. As for Po Jun... unless I have no other choice, or encounter an opponent truly worthy of a battle, I will not use it lightly. To speak now of using it to suppress Chen Fei is still too early."
Hearing this, although a trace of disappointment flashed through Liu Ruxu's eyes, it was quickly replaced by understanding.
She knew that her senior brother was proud to the bone and had lofty ambitions. He would absolutely not be satisfied with relying on the advantage of a divine weapon to win. What he wanted even more was to