Master Yuan Chi gently nodded, his eyes full of praise, "Well said, well said! Feiyang, you have the nation in your heart and the common people in your eyes. This is precisely the great path I have always hoped you could comprehend."
He paused, his gaze looking out the window, the distant Mount Song covered in white snow, appearing like a silver dragon, winding and coiling, "This Jianghu, endless strife, enmity and love, cannot be cut, and is difficult to unravel. But as people of the Martial Arts world, if one only thinks of personal gains, chasing fame and fortune, they have entered the wrong path. Only by holding the world in one's heart can the true meaning of martial arts be truly understood, only then can one become a true great hero."
