Jian Yin watched the battle between Lin Heng and Mo Chen.
He was torn with indecision.
To his surprise, Mu Tong appeared beside him at that moment.
"Perhaps you underestimated Lin Heng."
At Mu Tong's words, Jian Yin turned to him in puzzlement.
Seeing this, Mu Tong continued:
"Lin Heng came all the way from the Mortal Realm."
"I witnessed his blood-soaked journey with my own eyes."
"Even when he faced powerful enemies he could not hope to match,"
"he never bowed his head."
"On the contrary, the stronger his opponent, the more Lin Heng's potential was stirred."
"And wasn't that potential precisely what you and Mu Chen saw in him?"
At that, Mu Tong chuckled.
"A man whose fate cannot be seen through,"
"how could he be a good-for-nothing?"
"On the contrary, your worries and excessive help might become stumbling blocks in Lin Heng's path."
After hearing Mu Tong out, Jian Yin shook his head with a smile.
"I was caught up in the situation myself."
"I couldn't even see something so obvious."
"If Lin Heng really were beaten flat by the Ancient Clan in just a few moves,"
"then he wouldn't be worth spending so much time on."
Seeing that Jian Yin understood, Mu Tong said no more.
Both Mu Tong and Jian Yin held great expectations for Lin Heng's future achievements.
Whether Lin Heng could grow into a major force capable of opposing the Ancient Clan
was what concerned them most.
Now was Lin Heng's chance to prove himself.
If he couldn't even defeat the Ancient Clan's younger generation and needed the two of them to keep paving the way for him,
then Lin Heng could never grow strong enough to deal with those powerful old undying monsters of the Ancient Clan.
After falling silent, the two