"You always think other people's children are a little more outstanding." Old Butler tossed a chestnut log into the hearth and said with a smile, "You're simply too strict with your own children. When the elders of other families look at the children of the Song Family, don't they feel the same envy you do?"
"I never said our children were bad. I said they weren't good enough." Song Gudú shot his old companion a reproachful glance. "Without the means to turn the tide, the decisiveness to settle everything with one blow, the ambition to stand supreme beneath Heaven, or the ruthlessness to say, 'I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me,' a person can at most become a tyrant of his age. It would be difficult for him to become a Starry Sky Expert whose name resounds through the annals of history. As for becoming the common ruler of the Nine Nations, the King of Divine Land—that is even more out of the question. He simply wouldn't qualify to compete with anyone."
"You must be very puzzled about why I'm always praising and exalting that little dragon. It's simply because his performance has been astonishingly brilliant. Think about it—how many years did Tingyun endure bitter cultivation and grueling practice? How many years has he actually spent practicing martial arts and walking the path of cultivation? In just a few short years, he has already achieved such accomplishments. Given enough time, I'm afraid even this vast starry sky will struggle to contain his figure."
Old Butler's expression trembled slightly. "Do you think he can still advance to become a Golden Dragon and reclaim his place among the divine race?"
"Why not?"
"That is far too absurd. Since the beginning of Heaven and Earth, there have been