Wuming sighed. "Forget it. As your master, I failed to teach you properly. The fault isn't entirely yours."
"After today, come back to Zhonghua Pavilion with me. You aren't to leave for three years."
"If you still haven't improved within three years, don't call me your master again."
Lin Lang shrugged. "An indulgent father breeds spoiled sons!"
Someone like Jian Chen clearly hadn't taken enough beatings. A few more would set him straight.
Which of his own disciples hadn't been beaten?
Precisely because of that, their resolve had grown firmer, and they knew what they should and shouldn't do.
Jian Chen was ruined.
After Wuming recited the mnemonic verses for Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin to him, Lin Lang deliberately said, "Wuming, take more disciples, and you'll have choices. As long as you teach them well, they won't turn on one another."
"Forget it. You wouldn't understand even if I explained. Just don't raise a whole bunch of disciples who betray their master. Since he's here to escort you back, I'll be going."
Wuming raised his head. "Right Envoy Lin, I can no longer contend with experts, but Jue Wushen from Nihon has come to the Central Plains. Please deal with him, lest the martial world of the Central Plains be plunged into misery."
Lin Lang curled his lip. "Is that what you should be worrying about now? How strong are you at the moment? You couldn't even beat Jue Wushen's son."
"If you'd killed Jue Wushen back then, would any of this be happening today? I told you your approach wouldn't work."
"If I were Jue Wushen, having been defeated back then and now perfected my divine skill, the first thing I'd do would be to take revenge!"
"So what you should worry about most is Jue