Jin Rou agreed with his uncle's notion. Though Lightsaber was still a bit weaker he to the generals of their palace, it didn't mean that he would fall off. In fact, he had the chance to surpass them with his unbelievable talents.
"So much praises, I think it's too much for me to take." Lightsaber smiled wryly. Though he was happy, the praises about his talents and whatnot was overwhelming that he didn't know how to accept it.
He really thought about criticisms as a praise and used it to improve himself.
"Buzz." After a short silence, a buzzing sound ticked Dan Rou's attention and said, "Kid, I think you need to go now. For sure, you have also felt it."
He looked at Jin Rou with seriousness. It was like something urgent popped out.
"Indeed, Uncle." Jin Rou laughed, "There is one thing I need to take care of before returning."
Lightsaber was truly a genius. After a short contemplation, he instantly had a conclusion, "The Darklords, Your Majesty?"