Glancing at the excited Chen Xiao, Long Aotian said helplessly, "If you want to tell me, Master, I suppose I'll listen."
"Whether there's a second Sword God doesn't matter to me anymore."
"I'm going to have to face the Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li anyway. One more Sword God isn't much of a problem."
Chen Xiao ignored Long Aotian's dejected expression and continued on his own.
"Everyone says Chen Feng is the second Sword God, and the only person in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with my biological grandfather."
"But I once asked Grandfather Changsheng about Chen Feng's exact level of sword cultivation."
"He said that if Chen Feng could live a little longer, he would have a chance to surpass the Sword God."
"Judging by how much time has passed, Chen Feng has already lived longer than the Sword God did back then, so his sword cultivation is most likely above the Sword God's now."
"But he's been away for a very long time, so I don't know exactly how things stand."
Listening to Chen Xiao's reflections, Long Aotian said, looking as though he had nothing left to live for, "Master, do you not want me to take part in this lifetime's struggle?"
"That's not what I mean!"
"If it isn't, why have you set such high standards for me?"
"These standards can't even be called challenges. They're impossible tasks."
Faced with Long Aotian's somewhat resentful tone, Chen Xiao let the smile fade from his face and spoke seriously.
"These standards do seem impossible to meet."
"But have you ever considered that those people who just filled you with despair walked this same road back then?"
"Precisely because they accomplished impossible tasks, they became people who could not be surpassed."
"If you want to become a