Wen Qinghe's eyes had turned bloodshot at Su Xin's words. He clenched his fists as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only slump in dejection.
Su Xin was right. He was a coward.
The Wen Family lived near the Xunfeng Sword Sect, so people had compared him to Wu Qingyun since they were children. Yet he had never measured up to Wu Qingyun—not even now.
Especially after today's fight, Wu Qingyun had shattered his confidence with a single sword strike. He no longer dared to think of fighting Wu Qingyun and could only come here to vent his frustration.
Seeing him like this, Su Xin smiled faintly. "Did I hit the nail on the head? Have you admitted you're a coward? If so, stop punching the stone wall. Use your head instead."
Wen Qinghe glared at Su Xin, then said bitterly, "I want to beat Wu Qingyun, too. But my Wen Family's internal cultivation method is a step below the Xunfeng Sword Sect's. I'm not afraid of anyone at the same level; my family's martial arts give me an advantage.
"But the further we advance, the wider the gap between Wu Qingyun and me becomes. When we were one minor realm apart, even after I mastered the Great Silk-Entangling Hand, I still couldn't beat him."
Su Xin shook his head. "Who says martial arts can't make up for the gap between realms? Are there really so few people on the Human Ranking who've fought Divine Palace experts while at the Spirit Aperture Realm—or even the Qi Sea?"
Wen Qinghe said dejectedly, "But where am I supposed to find martial arts like that?"
Su Xin looked at him. "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
At that, Wen Qinghe immediately eyed Su Xin