On the official road, four horses ambled along, three in front and one behind.
Song Beixiang sat blankly on his horse, his eyes hollow and his whole body limp. At first glance, he looked like a handsome simpleton.
His two senior brothers were no better off. They had just mounted with the same arm and leg moving together, nearly falling flat on their backs in unison.
There was a monster! x3
Xiang Yuan's actions had shattered the three men's understanding of what a genius was. Song Beixiang in particular, who had been a genius since childhood, had suffered a crushing blow. Song Beixiang kept replaying Xiang Yuan's saber strike in his mind, falling into doubt over life itself.
The more he thought about it, the more lost he became, nearly descending into obsession.
Seeing their junior brother in such agony, the two senior brothers hurriedly consoled him. "Junior Brother, don't be upset. Heroes rise generation after generation, and beyond the strong, there is always someone stronger. You may be formidable, but he is young and hot-blooded. Sooner or later, you'll surpass him."
"Yeah, he's still so young." Song Beixiang's head drooped, and he felt even worse.
Is that any way to talk?!
"Junior Brother, don't listen to his nonsense. What he means is, that kid isn't the best—there are others even better than him."
"There are even..."
Song Beixiang looked at the two men in bewilderment. So what exactly did that make him?
"..." x2
The two blockheads were fine when it came to fighting, but when they had to use their brains to comfort someone, each was worse than the other. It would have been better if they had said nothing. After their attempts at consolation, Song Beixiang was completely crushed.
This wouldn't do!
The two turned around together