Mei Yun's Letter

"As long as no one starts acting up. What I'm afraid of is some brainless idiot who can't tell what's what."

Tang Yu nodded. Normally, no one would come looking to get themselves killed, but there was a species in this world known as dumbasses.

"You look pretty worn out. How was it inside the formation? How did you wear down that man's Dao Heart?"

Meng Zihao asked curiously.

Even he would have had a hard time if he'd been trapped inside that formation.

Damage to one's Dao Heart was the most terrifying thing for a cultivator.

It was like someone with ambitions higher than the heavens suddenly losing all their drive. How could they possibly remain the same person?

Tang Yu pointed at the ants crawling on the ground and smiled. "If you had to live like an ant, toiling away meaninglessly for an endless lifetime, and then repeat that life again and again for lifetime after lifetime, could you accept it?"

"Of course not. My heart is free—how could I practice swordsmanship while wasting away like that?"

Meng Zihao threw back his head and laughed, shaking it off. "In this life, I've already climbed high upon the path of the sword. In my next life, I'll continue practicing the sword and become a sword cultivator. I'll live for the sword and die for the sword."

"Exactly."

Tang Yu spread his hands.

"I understand your thinking. Mediocrity wears away at the heart more than anything. Day after day of despair will eventually bring the day when one's Dao Heart collapses. I just don't understand what kind of grudge this man has against you to make you treat him like this."

Meng Zihao asked with some curiosity.

Seeing that Meng Zihao had already asked several times, Tang Yu smiled and