"No. You were indeed promising material, with talent and comprehension rarely seen since ancient times. But that was not why I guided you. It was only because I once held the same thoughts you do today. To me, you are as Xiang Yang is to you. Do you understand?"
After the Sword God gave a mocking laugh, he replied.
His tone was soft and gentle, mild and faint. Paired with his clear, soaring voice, it even sounded rather pleasant.
Yet though it contained no sonic or spiritual technique, to the two atop Xiushan Peak, it was utterly terrifying, as though they had been cast into a ghostly domain of demons. Their whole bodies turned cold, and panic roiled in their hearts. Yes—even Shui Wuhen, with his state of mind, was no exception.
Shui Wuhen himself had never distinguished between righteousness and evil in his heart, nor had he borne the thoughts of the common people. He did not wish to be bound by Zhong Yin, which was why he had deliberately chosen Xiang Yang as the person who would break his tribulation. The act was neither righteous nor evil, but in the end, it stemmed from a problem within himself that urgently needed resolving.
But he himself was also Zhong Yin's person to break a tribulation? What sort of tribulation did the other man face?
"Master Zhong, Wuhen still does not understand. With your martial arts and cultivation, there should be nothing under heaven capable of stumping you. Why do you still need my help to break your tribulation?"
The Sword God had dominated the martial world of the Nineteen Provinces for over a century. Everyone knew that he had ascended to the throne of number one under heaven, and no one disputed it. With such martial arts and cultivation,