Mahayana's Dao Lecture, If Fate Comes In The Next Life

When he came to the Fusang Tree, Han Jue noticed that Murong Qi had returned. He sat under the tree and thought hard.

The Black Hell Chicken was napping on a tree and cultivating during the winter. Xun Chang'an sat at the edge of the cliff and looked at the sky. It was unknown what he was thinking, but his back was covered with the aura of worry.

Han Jue looked up. There were still three suns in the sky.

The two little Golden Crows couldn't enter but were unwilling to leave. They were truly persistent.

When Murong Qi saw him walking over, he hurriedly stood up and bowed.

Han Jue nodded slightly.

Murong Qi came up and asked nervously, "Grandmaster, can I ask you for guidance?"

"What is it?"

"Of all the Daos in the world, which is the strongest? The Dao of the Sword?"

"There's no strongest Dao, only the strongest martial cultivator."

"Grandmaster, I feel like I'm not suited for the Dao of the Sword."