"Thank you for your guidance, Senior. This junior will certainly refine the Spirit Sacrifice diligently and never disappoint your painstaking efforts." The Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master looked at Xiao Yun with a face full of respect and gratitude.
Senior Dugu Invincible truly was a good man. He genuinely cared for me as though I were his own grandson. What a pity he was not my actual grandfather. If he were, how wonderful would that be?
"Good child, so obedient. Although your talent is not the best and cannot compare to those Supreme Bodies among the younger generation, as long as you keep an even heart, you may not be unable to become a Quasi-Emperor."
Xiao Yun maintained the bearing of an enlightened master as he guided the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master.
Of course, everything he said was empty platitudes, commonly known as chicken soup for the soul. There was nothing nourishing about them, yet they sounded incredibly inspiring.
"As the saying goes, the one who laughs last is the true winner."
Xiao Yun said to the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master, "Those Supreme Bodies may look formidable now, but as long as they have not attained the Dao, they are not true winners. You, meanwhile, may be a late bloomer, but if you lay a solid foundation and advance one step at a time, you may not lack the chance to attain the Dao in the future."
"Yes, Senior!" The Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master was flushed with excitement upon hearing this. So I have a chance to attain the Dao too. Senior is right—so long as no Great Emperor is born, I still have a chance.
The one who laughs last is the true winner.
*I, Lei Shan, may not be unable to attain the Dao and