Xuanyuan Chao's words were lamenting that 'only with an evenly matched opponent can one realize their mistakes and thus improve and grow'.
Ye Jingtang understood what he meant. He lowered his hands naturally and replied calmly, "If not for the storm back then that extinguished the spirit of young saber users, the current Jun Mountain Terrace would have been full of heroes and had hundreds of flowers blooming.
"The reason why the saber users of Jianghu are in such a poor state today is not that there are fewer people practicing the saber in Jianghu but because you, the leader of the saber users, are not worthy of being admired and chased by young people."
"Sigh…" Xuanyuan Chao was over 70 years old and had long understood the rights and wrongs of his life. What he wanted now was nothing more than a carefree slash. Without saying anything else, he strode forward toward Ye Jingtang.
Thump, thump!
Heavy footsteps sounded under the rain again.