"None of us can," said Dean Zhu Lao. "We all need help. The cultivation path isn't paved by a single stone, nor by a single person. What we achieve, all that we have, has been borne from the hands of others," he said softly, smiling a warm, reminiscent smile. "I may be the older one, but with the amount of help I got from my brother, he might as well have been the elder. All that I have, he is one of its greatest contributors," he said with a heavy but gratified expression.
"And that harbinger of bad luck, Song Quan, too," he added with a cackle, his gaze shifting from Yang Qing to the ground, drifting once more for a brief moment before he looked up.
"This was supposed to be his," he said, smiling sadly as he looked around. "Imagine what this place would be in his hands," he added with a sigh.
"You have not done a bad job," Yu Long softly commented.
