Honor and Disgrace Shared

Zhang Mingshu waved his hand, his expression calm, though a trace of gravity showed in his eyes. "Patriarch Long, there's no need to be so polite. Young people are hot-blooded, and it's only natural to act rashly in the heat of the moment. But you still need to reflect more, lest you make the same mistake again. Actual combat and sparring are two different things."

"You must learn to wield power with ease, to control it as you please, and to become the master of your strength rather than its slave. You cannot let even greater power drag you along by the nose."

Many people in this world had lost themselves on the road to power and immortality, forgetting the aspirations they had started with and becoming slaves to strength.

Some had even been tainted by the evil of the Outer Demons, their bodies and minds completely seized by those beings.

Long Xiaotian nodded repeatedly. He knew Zhang Mingshu's words carried a hidden barb. Although the Zhang Family had said nothing about the matter on the surface, they must surely be displeased deep down.

Zhang Yanhua stood to one side, still breathing somewhat heavily. The battle had consumed a great deal of his stamina. He glanced at Long Yingting, a complicated look flashing through his eyes. He really is powerful. But he still can't beat me.

His grandfather and grandmother had taught him that when it was time to act, he had to display the strength he ought to possess.

Long Yingting gritted his teeth. He knew he no longer had the right to continue fighting, so he could only lower his head and turn away. His back looked somewhat desolate; the arrogance he had displayed moments ago had vanished without a trace.

Moreover, he could not understand how the