Xiang Yang even thought that only a Shui Wuhen like this deserved such powerful martial arts and strength. Otherwise, how could someone whose mind was filled with nothing but lust for power possibly achieve such heights?
"No, no, no. Perhaps my thinking is still too narrow. So long as one possesses a powerful will and an unyielding spirit, perhaps one can achieve something in the martial path. Not every master is like Shui Wuhen and me."
Xiang Yang sighed. For the sake of martial arts, he had given up too much. Not to mention family affection—friendship and love had all drifted far away from him. All that remained was strength. In some people's eyes, such a life was likely monotonous and dull.
In this world, many martial artists who had attained the Dao still enjoyed life as freely as ordinary people did. They had considerate family members, friends who would bare their hearts and guts for them, lovers faithful unto death, or rivals who could match them blow for blow.
As for people like Xiang Yang and Shui Wuhen, they were not nonexistent, but they were few and far between. Thus, Xiang Yang suddenly developed a trace of fondness for Shui Wuhen. Even though the two had never met, even though Shui Wuhen's image in his heart had already somewhat collapsed.
"After saying so much, I was really only reminding you. To tell the truth, after knowing the Alliance Leader for so many years, I have never seen through him, nor can I guess what he truly wants. Perhaps only someone similar to him can see him clearly."
Wan Dongliu's mood sank somewhat at the end. His relationship with Shui Wuhen was roughly that of a fine teacher and dear friend, yet it had always lacked something, leaving him unable