If one lacks talent, how could it be possible anyway.
"Old man underestimated people indeed."
Shaking his head with lament.
Yue Xiu removed the saber from his waist, stroking the sheath with one hand, his expression seemingly nostalgic.
"Seven years! I haven't drawn my sword in seven years!"
It's been seven years since his youngest son had an accident, and during these years, Yue Xiu constantly wanted to kill Yan Fuhai directly to avenge his youngest son.
But reason told Yue Xiu that with his current power, it was far from enough to deal with Yan Fuhai.
"Phew!"
Talking about this matter, Yue Xiu's breath became somewhat unsteady.
He put down the saber, and after a while, he calmed his emotions.
"I've heard a bit about the old General Qi Linzi's matter, it's indeed a pity!"
Given some time, the achievements of the other party might have surpassed those of the old General Yue.
It's just unfortunate, and precisely because of this point.
