Faced with Chen Changsheng's questioning, Chen Xiang hesitated for quite a while before finally stammering out his answer.
"Dad, while sword cultivation is a good choice..."
"One must not take everything to the extreme. For two generations, our lineage has studied the sword, and both generations reached the pinnacle."
"If Chen Xiao continues down the path of the sword, I'm afraid Heaven will grow jealous."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng gave a cold laugh. "With your cultivation, forget Heaven's jealousy—even if the sky came crashing down, you could hold it up."
"You brothers have been guiding these children down a Dead End Road. Your only purpose is to make them walk slower, buying yourselves enough time."
"Because you know very well that when the Dark Turmoil arrives, the higher one's cultivation, the faster one dies."
Chen Xiang scratched his head and said, "Dad is Dad. You always see through everything so clearly."
"Since you already know everything, could you spare them? They're your grandsons!"
Chen Xiang tried to change Chen Changsheng's mind.
Chen Changsheng glanced at the Water Realm below and said blandly, "A fine idea, but you came to the wrong person."
"This era is not mine to command, nor can I control them."
"Deliberately planting flowers, they refuse to bloom; unintentionally planting willows, they grow into shade."
"Back then, I wanted you to become people no less remarkable than Thirteen and the others, but in the end, you were still short of that final breath."
"Now, you don't want the younger generation to go too fast or too far, yet you have instead set them upon the road once traveled."
"Honestly, sometimes I don't know whether I should scold you or praise you."
Chen Xiang frowned at that answer. "Dad, that joke isn't funny."
Smack!
Grabbing Chen Xiang by