"Seventy-three years old, Mahayana Realm, second stage of the Sword Dao. Not bad, not bad at all. Yuchenzi, I fear this disciple of yours will far surpass your own achievements in the future."
"My thanks to Pavilion Master Ye for the praise. Over these years, I have indeed invested much effort into him. We who seek immortality through the Dao speak of ascending to the heavens in broad daylight, yet who has truly achieved it? In the end, it is merely about passing on what one has learned. I truly look forward to the day my mediocre disciple surpasses me, his master."
In the previous round, the defeat of the Daoist Sect’s Shangguan Jinglong had left Yuchenzi feeling very unreconciled. But now, seeing his own disciple perform so brilliantly—enough to draw personal inquiry from Pavilion Master Ye—made Yuchenzi shine in front of all the other sect leaders and seniors. The smile on his face was so broad it threatened to reveal the old, dark-hearted grump he had been for hundreds of years.
Chapter 92