New Chapter: Testing the Sword at a True Saint Dojo

He had been looked down on, deemed someone who relied on his family background and learned nothing. This was Wang Xuan's first time encountering such treatment, and he could not even refute it. Only action would do.

Most crucially, the Woman in Green, the man in black, and the others were all very aloof. Though they looked stern, they truly seemed to be acting for his own good, telling him not to become a third-generation wastrel.

Wang Xuan did not block the path outside the mountain gate. He walked to a pool of water, stood atop a large bluestone, took a deep breath, and began calming his mind.

"A descendant of a True Saint must conduct himself properly. You cannot flaunt your ancestors' name, swagger about everywhere, and act high-profile. You no longer represent only yourself; this concerns the dojo behind you as well. If you lack refinement, if every word and action leaves the Supreme Being of your clan disgraced, then you are truly shameful."

The four young men and women did not smile. The coldness, decisiveness, and straightforwardness of sword cultivators all showed in them as they lectured him directly.

"Have you asked me how many years I have cultivated in total?" Wang Xuan sighed.

Yet the four merely glanced at him and said nothing more, looking as though they had spoken deeply despite shallow acquaintance and had said all there was to say. They ignored him.

Two of them even turned around and prepared to return to the mountain gate.

They simply did not care. Speak or do not speak, they would absolutely not ask. No matter how confident he was, they gave him no chance to show it. They were just this cold and proud, yet utterly composed.

"Hiss!" Wang Xuan took a breath of Supernatural