In the Real World, Chen Xin stared at the scene on the Celestial Screen, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Was I really getting old?"
After a long while, Chen Xin let out a deep sigh, unable to keep himself from voicing that lament.
Li Shaobai was his own disciple, so it was only natural for him to surpass Chen Xin at the same age.
But why did even Bi Shuo, someone without a Sword Martial Soul, possess such swordsmanship at this age?!
Of one thing, Chen Xin was certain: at their age, if he had encountered either of them, he would have suffered an instant defeat.
There was simply no comparison!
"Oh? Is this old sword bastard getting jealous of his own disciple?"
As his old friend, Bone Douluo Gu Rong saw the reason for Chen Xin's dejection at a glance. He immediately teased him, but then offered some comfort.
"The coming era is destined to be one where geniuses emerge in droves and stars shine in splendor."
"Old fellows like us had already fallen behind the times when Dugu Feng displayed his talent as an eight-year-old Soul Elder."
As he spoke, Gu Rong reached out and patted Chen Xin on the shoulder, saying meaningfully:
"All we old fellows need to do is clear away the obstacles for these youngsters before they grow up."
"The future belongs to them."
"..."
Chen Xin remained silent. The golden light on the Celestial Screen that had severed his arm flashed unbidden through his mind, and he nodded in deep agreement.
Suddenly, as Chen Xin stared at his disciple Li Shaobai's young, innocent face, someone came to mind.
"Speaking of Dugu Feng... he was already a Soul Elder at eight, and later he even defeated Li Shaobai in an instant before his Martial Soul awakened."