"Far beyond the horizon, yet right before your eyes..."
Tu Mingshan carefully savored the meaning of Fang Qianyuan's words, unable to help looking at the man before him.
Their exchange just now had concealed sharp barbs.
He had mocked Fang Qianyuan for clinging to his old reputation, ignorant of how vast the world was. Fang Qianyuan had answered that, vast though heaven and earth might be, their countless talents were no match for him.
Whether he was a frog at the bottom of a well or a man of broad experience, in the end, the strongest genius was still him.
Here, Fang Qianyuan had used a classic musical piece as his metaphor.
Seeing Fang Qianyuan seated calmly to one side, utterly composed and apparently unaware of how wildly arrogant his words had been, Lin Xiaoxiao could not resist saying, "What big talk!"
After some thought, however, Tu Mingshan faintly sensed another layer of meaning in Fang Qianyuan's words.
Fang Qianyuan was saying that this was simply a matter of personal taste. Even without hearing every classic under heaven, one should recognize that one had already found a classic that suited one's heart, and need search no further.
Applied to people, it meant that heaven and earth were vast, with outstanding heroes emerging in an endless stream. One could never compare them all.
Anyone who needed to make comparisons one by one in this way was not truly the strongest. Thus, there was no need to deliberately compare oneself with others. Once one reached an unsurpassable pinnacle, naturally, no one could match them.
"Truly worthy of the Lord of a Thousand Miles..." Tu Mingshan smiled faintly, but did not pursue the verbal contest. Instead, he gave Miss Ying'er an instruction, requesting a piece to calm the mind and settle the qi.