"Senior brother, three more have come. What should we do?"
Dugu Lan was somewhat unsettled. Her attitude toward the man before her had always been conflicted, ever since they first met.
Compared with Xiao Lan, she had a stronger desire for control. Thus, although her heart had stirred a little when they first became acquainted, she had gradually given up after discovering that Hou Niao, despite his considerable potential, was difficult to control.
For women of a lineage, there were only two kinds of marriage. Either they married someone like Wu Weijiang, whom they had now wed, with an unrivaled family background that made him a true pillar of support, in which case they did not mind being vines clinging to him; or, if they married a man with no one behind him, he had to abide by the Dugu Household's wishes, much like a live-in son-in-law.
Hou Niao clearly did not meet their requirements. He had neither backing nor connections, yet insisted on doing things his own way, galloping through the skies like an unbridled heavenly steed, giving the impression that he could not be reined in at all.
Yet meeting him again thirty years later had surprised her. This senior brother Hou was turning his potential into reality, bit by bit!
Everyone had potential, in theory. But the vast majority never had the chance to realize it. That involved many factors: diligence, opportunities, temperament, experience, and so on.
Thus, most geniuses who had once shown promise amounted to little in the end. Sinking into mediocrity was the norm in the cultivation world, and people from lineages understood this deeply.
If they could have foreseen that this senior brother would one day reach the peak of the Three Heavens Realms within thirty years, with plenty of time left to