Wei Fan fell silent. The foundations of a Martial Emperor Family were simply terrifying. The various methods, reserves, bloodlines, and other things left behind by Martial Emperors had developed over hundreds of thousands of years, becoming unfathomably deep.
Against a Martial Emperor Family now, he might not be as insignificant as an ant, but he would not have much power to resist either.
"I'm not trying to persuade you of anything. We martial artists battle heaven and fight earth, fearing neither life nor death. I'm only reminding you to be more cautious. With your talent, becoming a Martial Emperor may not be impossible. In some matters, try to endure and yield.
"In a place like Saint City, Martial Emperor Family members may not be as common as dogs, but they are hardly rare either. Yielding for a moment is nothing shameful."
He knew Wei Fan's temperament too well. He charged headlong through everything, but in a place like Saint City, that kind of disposition would sooner or later make him suffer.
With Wei Fan's talent, it would only take a few years before he could roam the world unhindered. There was no shame in enduring for a few years, then taking revenge once he had grown stronger. Even Xuanyuan Peak had once been forced into hiding for several years.
The two continued onward and soon arrived below that Divine City. Wei Fan looked up to see an enormous plaque hanging above it, bearing the two bold characters: Qingmu.
Qingmu City!
"This Qingmu City is probably more than just a city. It should also be an incredibly lethal weapon, or perhaps a war fortress."
Dao essence flowed through the Divine City suspended in the sky, Dao Marks densely covering it and emanating indescribable might. There were blade imprints, sword scars, and