With a complicated look in his eyes, Zhao Tian Sha revealed a trace of self-mockery. "I understand now. In the Small Chiliocosm World, I was always just making a fool of myself. I always treated you as an enemy, while you never treated me as one. Because I wasn't worthy of being your enemy? All my efforts to oppose you in the Small Chiliocosm World were beneath your notice? I didn't even have the qualifications to be considered your enemy? Is that it?"
Zhong Shan said nothing.
"Tell me, is that how it was?" Zhao Tian Sha pressed.
Looking at Zhao Tian Sha, Zhong Shan said indifferently, "You were Master's most favored disciple when he was alive. He even passed the Heaven Slaying Sword Drawing Technique only to you; Ling Er never got to learn it. Master has passed away, but he will forever be my, Zhong Shan's, master. You are his most favored disciple. After unifying the Small Chiliocosm World, I even knew exactly where you were, but I still didn't touch you. It wasn't because I looked down on you. I, Zhong Shan, understand the principle of uprooting weeds by the roots. Yet I still ignored you—not because I looked down on you, but because you are Master's disciple."
Zhao Tian Sha stared at Zhong Shan, as though he could not accept Zhong Shan's words. His eyes gradually filled with blood vessels, while an emotion he could not express became bottled up in his heart.
"Master's grave is in the High Heaven Court. It's still under my care. Go back and see Master when you have the time," Zhong Shan said.
Zhao Tian Sha suddenly raised his head to the sky, his teeth clenched at the roots. He closed his eyes, and slowly, tears welled from beneath his