"Is it difficult to bear?"
The old man in the blue robe looked at his grandson and asked calmly.
Zhao Yunsheng lowered his head and remained silent.
He was ashamed to answer.
The old man in the blue robe shook his head and continued:
"If you lost, you lost. It's nothing serious. The world is vast, and there are countless people stronger than you."
"Not to mention elsewhere, even within this Nine Sun Dynasty, there are a few young prodigies you can hardly defeat. I'm sure you're aware of this."
"With that being the case, why persist in others being stronger than you? Let him be strong like the breeze across the hills."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunsheng clenched his fists.
He remained silent for a long time, then lifted his head and gritted his teeth, "I don't care about anything else, nor have I ever thought of being the first in the dynasty, but in the Seven Martial Sect, I must become the first! This is my obsession!"
The old man in the blue robe fell silent as well.
