Fu Zeguang's mouth twitched. He was both angry and embarrassed; the other man's modest words only made his own incompetence stand out all the more.
He did not know whether it was deliberate—no, it had definitely been deliberate. What a sanctimonious act.
Disgusted by Meng Zhao's hypocrisy, he said no more. With a cold face, he respectfully bowed to the three Grandmasters on the jade platform and waited for their guidance.
Naturally, the three Grandmasters could see that after this battle, a rift and conflict had formed between the two. Should the opportunity arise in the future, Fu Zeguang would certainly avenge this humiliation.
Yet they had no intention of mediating, chiefly because they did not think Fu Zeguang possessed that capability.
Thus, they all spoke up, commenting on the two men's martial arts and offering suggestions.
Their focus was mainly on Fu Zeguang, with Grandmaster White Bone's assessment being the most pertinent.
According to Grandmaster White Bone, although Fu Zeguang's Hundred Ghosts Profound Gang was an orthodox art among the side paths, he had practiced it improperly. It appeared rich and powerful, yet it contained a great deal of emptiness and impatience, already straying from the Daoist principles within.
If he wished to solidify his foundation, it would be best for him to refine his true qi anew. The items required were mostly things like Moonlight and Heavenly Dew, treasures that were clearly exceedingly precious. Moreover, Grandmaster White Bone's words vaguely revealed that he possessed quite a few such treasures and was already prepared to devote resources to Fu Zeguang.
As for Meng Zhao, the three Grandmasters were fairly unanimous in their evaluation: he was nearly perfect. If he wished to improve further, there was little they could do to help him; he could only comprehend it on his