A trace of melancholy gathered on Zuo Changlu's face. "One moment, we thought we were about to join the ranks of the world's foremost masters... but reality dealt us a blow to the head. One great battle knocked us straight back into the mortal dust..."
"From then on, we lost our martial foundations and were no different from ordinary people..."
Husband and wife lowered their heads at the same time, silently thinking, How do we make up the next part? Why didn't we think beforehand that things might take this turn?
"But our reserves were deep, after all. Even with our foundations damaged and ourselves reduced to ordinary people, we still had a way to save ourselves. This method of undertaking a mortal world trial, however, required us to wear away the killing intent and hatred in our hearts. More than that, we had to experience the heart of ordinariness within the Great Dao and shed our old selves in spirit before there was any hope of recovery..."
Wu Yuting continued making it up.
"Now, after undergoing mortal world heart refinement and tempering our souls in the human world, we're finally close to bringing our efforts to fruition..."
Zuo Changlu sighed softly, seemingly overcome with feeling. In truth, having made up this much, he really could not go on. He had no idea what else to invent.
Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian brimmed with righteous indignation. "Mom! Dad! Who attacked you back then? Who are our family's enemies?"
The sister and brother both rubbed their fists and flexed their hands!
How dare they attack our parents!
Hmph!
If we don't avenge this, we swear we're not human!
A light quietly flashed in Zuo Changlu's eyes. He murmured, "Even if your mother and I have hopes of recovering our cultivation and