After saying this, not long afterward, Saint Lord Taichu immediately gave Zhu Yeqing a thumbs-up. Saint Lord Taichu said to him, "It's enough that you can understand all this messy stuff I'm saying. Don't go spreading it around outside. After all, everything here has rules. It's not like you can do whatever you want. If everything went your way, wouldn't this whole world be thrown completely into chaos?"
"Yeqing, can't you beat your opponent, so now you're trying to use this thing to keep him in check? Back then, your father was the most famous expert on the mountain at making hidden weapons, specializing in all those shady contraptions. Who wouldn't be impressed by them?"
"Now that it's your turn, you've started doing the same thing. Are you planning to follow in your father's footsteps? With that mindset, how could you possibly win in the end? Your father always advised you to conduct yourself openly and honorably, not to follow those old paths. But you wouldn't listen. You treated all his messy words like they went in one ear and out the other."
"If your father's spirit in heaven heard this, or learned that you had done these things, do you think he could stay calm? Smoke would be rising from his ancestors' graves! That's why I say you don't know what's good for you."
The battle lasted roughly three hours. By rights, the entire battlefield should have been settled by then, yet it could not be resolved. Instead, the fight only became more complicated. At that moment, the scars on Zhu Yeqing's arm—
—were all revealed. Zhu Yeqing told his opponent, "They are the result of constant training and constant battle. Do you think anyone can stand on equal footing with me? No. They are all defeated opponents beneath