"Hmph!"
"At the end of the day, strength was what gave them their confidence!"
Yue Buqun spoke eloquently, leaving Ning Zhongze utterly stunned.
"..."
Though she wanted to argue, she frowned and thought it over. Knowing in her heart that her husband had described the brutal reality of the martial world, she ultimately let out a heartfelt sigh instead of saying all the things on her mind.
"Ah..."
She parted her lips, but in the end, she didn't know what to say. All she could do was sigh softly.
"Junior Sister!"
Yue Buqun, however, paid no heed and continued, turning around as he spoke eloquently, his tone tinged with self-mockery and helplessness:
"This martial world..."
"It has never been a place where reason holds sway!"
"It's a place where fists do the talking, where the victor is the one who's fiercer, more ruthless, and more skilled in martial arts!"
"All these years, the martial world has given me, Yue Buqun, the title of 'Gentleman Sword.' But did I really like being elegant and refined, pretending to be a gentleman, and reasoning with people?"
"No! Not at all!"
"The main reason was that my Mount Hua Sect had been too weak all these years. I, Yue, had no choice but to reason with them, avoiding a fight whenever possible. And even when we did fight, I tried not to kill anyone if I could help it. I did all that so I wouldn't leave things beyond repair. That's why, over time, I earned the title of 'Gentleman Sword'!"
"But now, the tables have turned!"
"Our Mount Hua Sect has the strength to turn the tables, stand toe to toe with Zuo Lengchan of the Mount Song Sect, and even refuse to be pushed around by the martial world!"
Ning Zhongze listened