"Someone like you?"
Yongbei fell silent for a moment. "I'm not."
Yong Ji watched him.
Yongbei lifted the curtain and looked at the passing streets. "You'll be a man in power, but some people can change this world."
Yong Ji withdrew his gaze and wiped the blood from his spearhead. "The first time I saw him at the Phantom Tower, I wanted to kill him."
Yongbei chuckled. "You see him as a great enemy. He probably only sees you as an extra thrown in with me."
Yong Ji wiped the keen spearhead and continued, "Tomorrow, Zheng's fighting intent will fully awaken. I've mastered the swordsmanship and 'Unbound,' too. If I can beat him, will I no longer be your creation?"
Yongbei was silent for a long time. "If you can beat him, then perhaps, in the future, you'll live and I'll die."
"In any case, I've already given you everything I can," he said.
After the four finished eating, they strolled around the grounds for a while.
The Cultivation Literature Academy had no magnificent pavilions or towers, but its grounds were quite extensive, with a lake, woods, and plenty of little pavilions and large rocks where people could rest.
Ying Suyu and Li Xizhou walked ahead, with Pei Ye and Jiang Yiner behind them. Ying Suyu said, "Mountain and Sea Blood is a body-tempering art the Northern Lands learned from the Northern Wastes. It has a very long history—probably several thousand years. Before the Central Plains' arts and swordsmanship spread there, the people there relied on it to fight the Wilderness People."
"There are hundreds upon thousands of kinds of Mountain and Sea Blood, but all fall into eight branches, corresponding precisely to the eight lineages of the Wilderness People. Their unique path of cultivation involves awakening and