"You haven't cultivated your art to its pinnacle!"
Lu Mingyu flatly rejected Jun Lin's claim. "We each just threw a punch."
"Judging by your fist technique, you're already a master of your generation, but your technique hasn't reached its pinnacle."
"Never mind anyone else. Can you say your fist technique rivals the Phoenix Empress's?"
Jun Lin opened his mouth, then sighed. "You're right. My fist technique may make me a master of my generation, but it can't be called the pinnacle."
"At least, I'm not confident I could withstand the Phoenix Empress's fist."
"The pinnacle I spoke of was my own, not the pinnacle of the world's great Dao."
"Perhaps my path is nearing its end."
Lu Mingyu smiled. "What's the rush? You're in your prime, with plenty of time ahead of you."
"Once you break through this bottleneck, you'll naturally go farther."
At Lu Mingyu's reassurance, Jun Lin gave a wry smile. "A hundred thousand years ago, I looked up at you like a towering mountain."
"A hundred thousand years later, you're an uncrossable chasm before me. No wonder Grandfather Changsheng took you as his disciple."
"Perhaps only someone like you could live up to Grandfather Changsheng's name."
"Don't put me on such a high pedestal!"
Lu Mingyu waved a hand with a smile. "These past few years, I've felt the pressure on my own cultivation path too."
"If I can't find a chance to break through, I'm afraid I'll have to stop for a while myself."
Jiang Shan approached from a distance, puzzled. "You've hit a bottleneck too, Senior?"
"Not a bottleneck in my realm. Someone is blocking my cultivation path."
"At my current level, anyone I meet farther along is a genius who appears only once in a million years."
"Against them, I can't be sure of