"However..."
Gazing at the golden, ethereal figure, Hong Yu couldn't help but pause.
Bing Xuewei had said that he just needed to come here to directly obtain the inheritance and treasures. Why did this golden-armored, middle-aged man seem to have conditions?
But Hong Yu soon realized he had been judging a gentleman by his own petty standards.
The golden-armored man spoke slowly, "The Martial Dao is about mastery and purity. Biting off more than you can chew is a great taboo. Everyone has their own Martial Dao, the one most suited for them. When it comes to the legacies of others, one should only absorb the essence. If you blindly pursue and immerse yourself in another's inheritance, you will only end up walking down the wrong path!"
"Therefore, my advice to you is to choose only one inheritance—the one that suits you best. As for the treasures, you may take them all!"
After saying this, the golden-armored man's fierce eyes stared intently at Little Chenxi.
