In terms of Spiritual Root aptitude, comprehension, and diligence, Han Yu believed he was inferior to no one.
Throughout his many years on the path of cultivation, no matter where he went, he had always been acknowledged as one of the geniuses.
Yet, though his rate of growth was already swift enough, in this Cultivation World, there would always be stronger figures who left him choking on their dust.
Regarding Xu Qingfeng's exploits, he could at most marvel at them.
But when facing the East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua, his feelings were especially complicated.
Both were single-minded and wholly devoted to the path of sword cultivation.
Yet no matter how he imagined it, he could not fathom how one could possess strength as astonishing as Liu Hua's.
When he had first met Liu Hua, he had even thought that, given the chance, he could spar with him and discuss the sword to prove the Dao. But after all that had happened, the other's terrifying strength had left him unable to do anything but gaze up at him in awe.
The desire to spar had long since been extinguished. All that remained was—
"Junior Brother Han, there is no need to be so disheartened. You only comprehended Sword Heart not long ago. On the path of the sword, to miss by a hair is to err by a thousand miles."
"A slight difference may appear insignificant, yet one more insight may reveal an entirely new heaven and earth."
"Once this matter is settled, you should enter seclusion and properly consolidate the sword Dao insights you have gained over the years. By then, your strength will certainly improve even more noticeably."
Seeing that the fluctuations in Han Yu's emotions had begun to affect his state of mind, Xiao Yue smiled gently,