"Is Shi Lan's talent really that terrifying? Even greater than Zilong's?"
Yan Yun was a little puzzled. In her eyes, Zhao Yun's talent was already exceptional, yet Tong Yuan had never praised him so highly.
"Zilong's talent is indeed extraordinary, but his nature is too kind. If he is properly tempered and devotes himself to the martial path, he may perhaps reach the Supreme Realm in this lifetime."
Tong Yuan shook his head slightly and said in a low voice:
"In the martial path, among the younger generation in the world today, the only ones who catch my eye are Zilong and Lü Bu. Lü Bu's talent is brilliant, but his nature is too violent, his bloodlust too strong. He is also arrogant, looking down on the world as if nothing mattered. He has yet to see through fame and fortune. Otherwise, he might have had a chance to advance further."
"But even those two cannot be compared to Shi Lan."
At that, Tong Yuan drew a deep breath and said no more. As a supreme expert of the martial path, his sensitivity to qi and blood far surpassed that of ordinary people.
The vitality in Shi Lan's blood was terrifyingly young.
He had felt that youthful aura only in children who had practiced martial arts for a few years. In other words, Shi Lan might have been on the martial path for only a few years.
There was no trace of time's wear on the vitality in her blood, yet her foundation was still profound, with not the slightest sign of forcing growth before its time. That was almost terrifying, but Tong Yuan did not explain this.
Any martial artist who learned this might have their Dao heart thrown into disarray.
For Zhao Yun and Lü Bu, the Supreme