From launch to end, it was a mere moment that had passed, with no clash of Douqi, Ye Yinzhu had already lost.
Gently retracting his move, Ye Zhong smiled at his somewhat disheartened son, "Foolish boy, don't be discouraged. When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as fortunate as you!"
"Fortunate?" Ye Yinzhu looked at his father in surprise.
Ye Zhong gave a bitter smile: "Do you know how I used to practice martial skills? Do you know why I could instantly react to your sudden launch of the Sword of Nox? It's all due to the results of enduring countless summers and winters of rigorous training. You don't know, but in the year before you left the blue sky and sea, watching Grandpa Qin teaching you the Zhu Sect Martial Arts every day, I couldn't have been more envious."
Ye Yinzhu said with a laugh: "Dad, what's there to be envious about? Didn't Grandpa teach you?"