The old man's gaze toward Chen Changan had changed.
He seemed to have grown more interested.
That made Chen Changan feel a little uncomfortable. An ugly old man looking at you with interest was kind of...
"What's with that look?" The old man frowned at Chen Changan, seeming a little displeased.
"Nothing."
"Have I passed your assessment?" Chen Changan asked.
"I suppose you have."
"You have a good physique. Your strength is just too weak."
"You could say you're a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand."
"How much do you know about the path of Martial Cultivators?" the old man asked.
"Nothing at all."
"Uh... You're honestly ignorant, at least."
"Since you don't know, I'll tell you a little about the path of Martial Cultivators."
"The path of Martial Cultivators has five stages."
"Initial Glimpse, Entering the Hall, Reaching the Pinnacle, Perfected Mastery, and Supernatural Skill."
"The goal of a Martial Cultivator is to train the body to its limits and bring out its full potential."
"Of course, it would be even better if you could break through to the ultimate realm: Martial Saint."
"That's the dream of every Martial Cultivator."
"But breaking through to that ultimate realm isn't something you can achieve just by working hard and training diligently."
"You also need absolute talent—physical talent."
"Do you know why this place is called the Martial Saint Dynasty?"
Hearing the old man's words, Chen Changan nodded. Wasn't that easy to guess?
"I'd imagine it's because the ancestors of the Martial Saint Dynasty broke through to the legendary realm of Martial Saint, right?"
"Wrong!"
"It's a beautiful wish!"
"It's hope!"
"And it's an inspiration."
Uh...
Was it really that embarrassing?
Wasn't this just deluding themselves?
They didn't have a Martial Saint, yet they called themselves the Martial Saint Dynasty. That