Meng Zhao looked at Purple Lightning Saber Lord, his heart filled with countless emotions. Purple Lightning Saber Lord was not only a genius of the Way of the Saber, but also a winner in life.
In his view, Ximen Chuixue's ruthless sword path was not necessarily wrong. Perhaps for him, it was the most correct road.
This was intimately connected to one's nature and innate gifts.
Ximen Chuixue's nature destined him for solitude. Only by casting aside unnecessary emotions could he reach the supreme realm of the sword path.
He might have been a genius, a prodigy, but on the path of sentiment, he possessed no talent and could not achieve what Lang Fanyun had.
Purple Lightning Saber Lord, however, was different. His talent in the Way of the Saber was outstanding, and rarer still, his nature and gifts had not placed such shackles upon him, allowing him paths beyond the Path of Ruthlessness.
Moreover, he had truly seen through the differences between those paths, chosen the one he wanted, and made up his mind to walk it.
Purple Lightning Saber Lord had married the wife he deeply loved and fathered his own son. His saber cultivation remained fierce and ever-advancing, and now he had cultivated to the extreme realm of the Great Grandmaster. He could truly be called a winner in life.
Meng Zhao also recalled the feeling of interacting and spending time with Xue Zihou and Xue Zihou's mother.
He suddenly realized that everything had left traces to follow.
Xue Zihou held deep feelings for his father. He admired him greatly and took pride in him.
For instance, his various hostility and enmity toward Bei Tangsu might partly have stemmed from an aversion to seeing someone surpass his father—as though something precious must not be sullied by others.