Countless cultivators throughout Blade Emperor City were following the Star Conference. As one of the conference's masters, Dongbo Xueying was rather busy. Though the number of Chaos Realm giants who came to visit could be counted on one hand, there were simply too many "genius cultivators."
"Senior Dongbo, please offer me your guidance." A black-robed old man spoke with utmost respect, vicious ripples still lingering around him.
Dongbo Xueying sat there and set down his wine cup. The maid beside him immediately and soundlessly refilled it, the fragrance of the wine spreading through the air.
"Though in battle, it is one's weaknesses that more often decide life and death," Dongbo Xueying said with a smile, "wanting to make up for your own weakness is only right..."