Struck by White Barbarian, with countless attacks descending from every direction, Lu Feng hung on the brink of death. Tens of thousands of miles away, the Scruffy Old Man sensed his peril and was about to act, but the High Priest had anticipated this and immediately reached out to stop him.
"We agreed not to intervene, so keep your word! Not every battle can be fought one-on-one. If he cannot handle a situation like this, how will he ever rise above the rest in a great war?"
The Scruffy Old Man raised his brows and snapped, "This is not a test. You are sending him to his death."
"What constitutes a test? What constitutes sending him to his death? If every crisis is one you designed, and he can always turn danger into safety in the end, you will never know where his limits lie. Only a battle of life and death whose outcome cannot be predicted is a true test. Otherwise, it is merely a laughable trial."
"His opponents are already that powerful. Soft, feeble trials no longer suit him. Only battles of life and death can keep drawing out his potential. Of all those who have claimed supremacy over the world, who did not walk through mountains of blades, seas of fire, and storms of blood? This is only his beginning."
"An eaglet that only knows to open its mouth when food arrives will never grow up. Never mind a raging storm-even a slanting breeze and a fine drizzle could plunge it beyond redemption. He is your disciple. You should have faith in him."
"In short, if you act, so will I. Not only will you fail to save him, you will merely provoke an unnecessary battle." Faced with both persuasion and threats, the Scruffy Old Man could