"It seems the martial world is still the martial world, but the Three Teachings are no longer what they were!"
Lian Youming laughed and sighed, though there was no mirth in his laughter and no emotion in his sigh.
The Heavenly Dao changed, and eras came and went.
Such changes were hardly surprising.
With peaceful times upon them, the hearts once united as one would naturally drift apart.
He had long been prepared for this outcome.
After all, compared with Foresight Martial Artists and Mystic Connection Old Monsters, these people were, at most, mere gang disciples. What they considered fighting and killing mostly involved struggles for power and profit, worlds apart from the realm of the Martial Way he and his peers inhabited.
Du Xinwu had once commanded the winds and clouds because the times had made a hero of him.
Now the tide had turned, and human hearts were hard to fathom. Why place too much hope in them?
So Lian Youming wanted only solid, tangible foundations.
Old Madam Situ, however, said with utmost seriousness, "You're just as stubborn as your master was back then. But precisely because they don't know, you ought to raise the banner and show them. That is why martial arts have been passed down for a thousand years without dying out, why there have always been people willing to step forward." Lian Youming neither argued nor resisted. Instead, he gave it serious thought.
The old madam seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, but she still patiently explained, "They've become like this because they have no leader, leaving them scattered like loose sand... Boss Du has been gone for decades! Too many people shed their blood in the Northern Lands during the Demon-Slaying Battle back then. Since you intend to take his place,