Facing Bai Yang, Lu Yang looked somewhat ill at ease. He subtly avoided Bai Yang's gaze and said, "I've been traveling the world lately, tempering my Martial Path. When I arrived here, I sensed the aura of another blade cultivator. Seeing such a worthy opponent, I couldn't resist challenging him. I never expected to lose in a single move. Sigh, I underestimated the heroes of the world."
Hearing this, Bai Yang recalled that after the battle in the ruins of the Azure Wolf Dynasty, Lu Yang had said he planned to travel the world and temper his Martial Path. He hadn't expected him to come all the way here and run into that ascetic cultivator.
"Senior Lu, there's no need to take it to heart. That senior is an ascetic cultivator, a pure blade cultivator pursuing the ultimate in blade dao. He walks through perilous places, putting life and death aside to temper his blade dao. Neither his combat strength nor his resolve is something ordinary people can match. It's no disgrace that you lost because of one careless move." Bai Yang consoled him.
Lu Yang gave a bitter laugh and sighed. "That's true. Back when I was confined to that little corner of the Chen Dynasty, I thought myself exceptionally capable and believed I could go anywhere in the world. Only after leaving did I realize how many powerful people there are. All this time, I've just been a frog in a well. Especially after suffering defeat several times, I can see now that my meager abilities amount to nothing."
"Senior, don't be disheartened. As long as you have a heart that presses ever forward, there may yet be a place for you in the world."
"Heh, perhaps." Lu Yang smiled bitterly, seemingly unconvinced.
After a moment of silence,