Leng Qingsong's voice was quiet, yet extraordinarily firm.
He cultivated to become the sharpest sword in his elder brother's hand.
If cultivating left him all alone in the end, he would be better off not cultivating at all!
If he cultivated only to end up utterly alone, how would he be any different from that rotten old thing in the Tang State's imperial palace?
Leng Qingsong instinctively felt sickened, even disgusted by his own Dao.
Fortunately, his elder brother and Master had severed his Dao. If he had cultivated to the very end and discovered that his Dao had become something like that...
He might well have fallen straight into demonic madness!
Leng Qingsong curled his lip, instantly losing interest in the ultimate Dao fruit that lay behind the Green Lotus Sword Dao.
And all that his elder brother had done for him made him extraordinarily happy inside, which was why he had laughed so uncharacteristically just now.
Listening to his second junior brother's commanding answer, Ouyang finally realized that all his worries seemed like trifles to him.
Still, hearing his second junior brother say that let Ouyang breathe a sigh of relief, as though a great weight had lifted.
Make the Dao come begging to you?
You brat, what big words!
But that's my little brother!
"Hahaha! You little rascal!" Ouyang patted Leng Qingsong's shoulder and roared with laughter.
He was always too worried about his second junior brother's obsession with pursuing the Dao, forgetting what he was like.
Leng Qingsong, who always seemed to keep others a thousand miles away, had a heart more ardent than anyone else's.
Once they had spoken openly, the seeming barrier between them vanished at once.
The two resumed their journey, walking side by side, but the atmosphere had grown lively.
Now, Ouyang