You have the right to speak, and I have the right to listen or not

Tang San had not walked much farther before sorting out his thoughts and breaking the silence.

"Teacher, I've decided. I'll take the support path."

"Mm." Nan Feng did not even turn his head, his tone calm. "I said I was only giving you advice, not forcing you. If you insist on taking another path, that's your own choice. I won't force you."

Tang San froze slightly, watching Nan Feng's back with a strange expression as he cautiously changed his answer. "Then... what if I want to take the control path?"

Nan Feng stopped.

He turned around and expressionlessly pointed at a nest of venomous snakes beneath the roots of a nearby tree.

"See that snake nest? Go pick out a longer snake and hang yourself."

Tang San: "..."

"If you insist on ruining yourself and end up becoming trash, it'll be my, Nan Feng's, reputation you disgrace!" Nan Feng sneered. "I can't afford that kind of embarrassment."

Tang San's eye twitched, and he could not help complaining, "If you'd already made up your mind, why put on an act and ask me? You're clearly forcing me to take the support path."

"I didn't force you."

Nan Feng folded his arms and solemnly corrected him. "I just want you to understand that every choice comes with consequences."

"If your brain is full of water and you insist on taking the assault path, fine. I'll first throw you in with some kids who have top-tier assault-type martial souls, so you can see for yourself whether that lousy Blue Silver Grass of yours can even break through their defenses."

"If you want to take the control path, I'll likewise find a few top control-type geniuses to deal with you, so you can personally experience just how vast the gap between your martial souls