The long wind pushes the grass, the grass reaches knee-high, the young man takes off the crown he usually wears and carelessly throws it aside, letting his black hair dance wildly. Facing the four gazes suddenly focused on him, he clasps his hands together and bowing respectfully, says: "Fourth Uncle, the next technique."
"To be proud yet modest is easy, but not to lose decorum is difficult. To still be able to infer from one instance another, truly excellent, good!!"
Tang Xiaoping praised, then looked at him deeply, and kindly said, "Little Han, even if you don't pass the next two tests, you need not blame yourself. The name of Yin Yang Profound Dragon Ten Breaths is well-deserved, given time, you will surely become a pillar of our Formless Ancient Race."
His words carried a gentle sense of care, serving as a mental safeguard for the young man in front of him, to prevent losing heart if he didn't pass the next two tests.
