"Really?" Wen Jingge shrugged, unconcerned. "I just wanted to tell them what they should do at what age. Xuan Yun Sect is too stifling; everyone's getting restless. Look, isn't picking fights exactly what kids love to do? We'll cover for them."
"I thought Liang Si would be more restrained, but she's just going along with your nonsense."
Wen Jingge paused slightly as she turned the teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Do you know? Among these disciples, the one who has been holding back the longest is none other than this honest fellow. He carries too much on his shoulders. Everyone is demanding things of him, but after I woke up, I didn't ask him to do anything. Instead, I listened to what he had to say."
Lu Wei fell silent for a moment, thinking of his past self, who had also been trained like a tool, and who didn't know what else he could do besides kill.
Without Wen Jinge as a guide, he ultimately became Bai Lu's God of War through his own efforts.
He was a war god, enjoying the admiration of thousands, but he had no desire for this glory.
“Those who study swordsmanship, who keep the sword hidden in their hearts, have also experienced countless trials. They are all still young, there is no need for them to be mature beyond their years. This is the age when their swords will be stained with blood.” Wen Jingge handed him the tea. “Would you like some? The tea leaves are quite fresh.”
Lu Wei took a sip; it was light and refreshing, with a lingering fragrance in her mouth—truly delicious.
He nodded. "He's not going?"
Wen Jingge smiled and said, "The calmer a sword is, the more unexpected its attacks can be. His heart is very calm, which is a bit like mine in the past."
"Didn't you lose your memory?" He looked at the master and disciple, his expression suddenly changing slightly. "What about the sixth rank?"
"Yes." Yang Wennan nodded. "It's in progress..."
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