Watching the Thirty-Two Heavenly Emperors accept the inheritance of Heavenly Dao Luck, Li Ya felt a sour ache in his heart. As he recalled the past, he suddenly felt that failure had run through his entire life.
Though he had made it all the way to where he stood today, it seemed that no matter what he did, he would fail. The fact that he had survived until now was also because that person had kept saving him, and his present achievements were inseparable from that person as well.
Was he destined to be a failure?
A figure walked up beside him, raised a hand, and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Being able to make it here should be enough to be content with. Besides, this isn't the end. If you want to go farther, then just work harder from now on."
Li Ya turned to look at Li Xuandao. The two of them stood together, less like father and son and more like brothers. The Li Ya of today had also become weathered and desolate, his face covered with the traces left by time.
He looked at his father, his gaze complicated.
Li Xuandao looked toward the Thirty-Two Heavenly Emperors, smiled, and said, "I'm the same as you, a lucky man who was favored. Rather than wallow in self-pity, you'd be better off seizing the opportunity. As long as you grow strong, trouble him less in the future, and he'll only feel gratified."
After hearing this, Li Ya actually felt it made sense. He suddenly realized where he was lacking: his mentality was no good.
Though he refused to yield to anyone with his mouth, in private, he would always doubt himself. It was just that he could tidy up his mood afterward. Again and again—how was that