"Uncle Tian, I haven't! I've absolutely never resented you!" Xiang Chuxiong hastily protested.
Tian Wenguang sighed softly. "This is where you fall short. You dare to think it but not say it, dare to act but not own up to it.
"In this respect, you truly are no match for Fu Qingyang."
Xiang Chuxiong's eyes flickered, and he fell silent.
Tian Wenguang continued, "You aren't decisive enough. I can't rest easy leaving Windrise Stronghold entirely in your hands.
"Putting the Demon Hunting Camp in Fu Qingyang's hands was merely meant to make him your whetstone, to hone your character.
"But judging by the results so far, it hasn't worked as well as hoped."
Xiang Chuxiong's lips twitched, but in the end, he said nothing.
Tian Wenguang took a small, gentle sip of tea. "Besides lacking decisiveness, you also lack the generosity to accommodate others.
"Yun Feng is your disciple, true, and you've poured a great deal of effort into him.
"But the results have proven that he is no match for Chen Shi'an.
"In fact, even Ye Xicheng is no match for Chen Shi'an.
"Chen Shi'an is someone who could truly become a pillar of Windrise Stronghold in the future.
"Yet you pushed him away out of your own selfishness.
"With such narrowness of spirit, how can you gather useful talents?"
Xiang Chuxiong's face reddened, shame showing on his features.
Tian Wenguang let out a long sigh. "Let me tell you the truth. If Fu Qingyang weren't so ambitious, and if Shan Xue weren't a woman with little desire for power, the position of City Lord of Windrise Stronghold would never have fallen to you."
Xiang Chuxiong's expression changed, and his head dipped noticeably lower.
Tian Wenguang continued, "You should know that I don't have much of my lifespan left.