Di Tian shook his head with a rueful smile and walked over to Jiang Bai. Jiang Bai had dismissed his ice sword and dragon claw and was calming the turmoil in his blood and Soul Power.
"Kid." Di Tian patted his shoulder. The touch was light, yet Jiang Bai felt a steady strength behind it. "You do have talent. Reaching this level of sword intent is rare. Rarer still, you haven't confined yourself entirely to her path. That final strike already held something of your own. It was rough, but you're headed in the right direction."
After catching his breath, Jiang Bai cupped his hands. "You flatter me, Senior. My cultivation is shallow. I was only experimenting. It's nothing worth mentioning."
Di Tian glanced at him, his even voice carrying a hint of depth. "You humans are always so proper and modest. Humility is good, but excessive self-deprecation can seem insincere."
Jiang Bai straightened and brushed nonexistent dust from his robes. Meeting Di Tian's gaze, he said frankly, "It isn't insincerity. It's culture, part of the heritage of civilization. Perhaps it's precisely because we preserve and pass on these seemingly cumbersome customs, morals, and knowledge that humans have become one of the dominant forces in this world, despite being far weaker individually than many Soul Beasts.
Di Tian's eyes narrowed. "Oh? You seem to have given this some thought."
Jiang Bai gazed at the glittering Lake of Life. "Soul Beasts are born with powerful bodies, long lives,
and even formidable innate abilities. Yet after countless ages, why haven't Soul Beasts turned Douluo Planet into a world belonging only to them?"
Di Tian fell silent for a moment. "Because the Soul Beast clans... aren't united enough?"
"Are humans united?" Jiang Bai countered. "Fighting, slaughter, and war over interests, beliefs, and power