"Sir, speaking ill of a master behind his disciple's back is not a courteous thing to do," Wenren Sheng said calmly.
"Haha, courteous or not," the middle-aged man said dismissively, "listen to me first, and then you'll know whether I'm being courteous."
Wenren Sheng said nothing more. Ji Zhengyan also remained silent, merely glaring fiercely at the man.
"Your master was originally a normal Otherworldly User. Later, he was defeated in a contest on stage. That should have been perfectly normal—who could go undefeated?"
The middle-aged man began recounting the story.
"Unfortunately, there was a woman he admired sitting below the stage. He was an emotional idiot and thought he had disgraced himself in front of her. He never went through with the marriage proposal they had agreed on. Instead, he devoted himself to researching an ancient dragon-slaying technique passed down through their sect—the Ten Thousand Aspects Return to One Skill. He wanted to master it, regain his reputation, and then propose to her."
"In the end, he spent half his life studying it, neglecting his original abilities. That woman married someone else as well. This wasn't a novel. Good women had plenty of excellent suitors; who would wait devotedly for him?"
"When he couldn't learn it himself, he went everywhere looking for promising talents. He wanted his disciples to master it and vent his anger for him. Isn't that ridiculous? Isn't your master worthless?"
The middle-aged man went on at great length. By the end, his words were filled with indignation.
Hearing this, Wenren Sheng cupped his hands in salute. "If I'm not mistaken, you should be Uncle-Master Ji's Senior Brother?"
"Heh heh, you're a clever man. That's right. I'm one of the people he ruined. I painstakingly learned hundreds of skills, only to be beaten into a miserable