Lu Feng did not know how to put this profoundly mysterious realization into words. It was like a wondrous feeling that could only be understood, not spoken—a thing beyond description.
Yet Chu Santong seemed to understand it perfectly. He said brightly, "Does it feel like you're clearly trying very hard, yet still somewhat unable to do as you wish? Like there's always strength bottled up inside you that you just can't unleash?"
Lu Feng was stunned, then nodded furiously like a pecking chick. Hearing his present feelings stated so plainly made him feel as though he had met a kindred spirit, and he could not contain his excitement.
"Third Uncle, what should I do?" Lu Feng's face was full of sincerity. Judging from the fighting intent Chu Santong was currently giving off, he had clearly crossed into that level.
"Simple!" Chu Santong smiled, then said sternly, "Find yourself a reason in your heart! A reason for why you fight."
Lu Feng froze. His thoughts turned, yet he remained utterly lost, at a complete loss for what to do.
He had only fought this time because he had been invited to. He had not taken the initiative, nor did he have any reason to fight.
If he had to force one out, it could only be that he was fighting out of respect for an elder, because he listened to an elder's words?
Under such thoughts, the fighting intent he emitted did not change in the slightest. Instead, it was suppressed even more by Chu Santong.
This made Chu Santong flare up with the anger of one who hated iron for not becoming steel. "You brat used to be quite clever. How did you become this stupid now?"
Lu Feng's expression stiffened, and he said awkwardly, "Please enlighten me, Third Uncle."