"Brother Sanbian, am I... am I really not cut out for martial arts training?"
"Yes."
"I..."
"I wasn't either."
"What?"
"Just like you, I also wasn't naturally suited for martial arts."
"Stop trying to comfort me. Before you turned sixty years old, you were already a Sixth Grade Martial Artist, just one step away from a being comparable to one possessing a Golden Core. This kind of comfort only makes me feel worse."
"I'm not comforting you. You are not naturally suited for martial arts, and neither am I. In the entire Xuanhuang Human Clan, there isn't a single person who is naturally suited for martial arts.
Whether it's the Kunpeng Martial Artist standing on the summit of the mountain now or the ancient man who, by force, proved the Dao and vied for the title of Great Emperor thousands of years ago, or even those from the future who could shatter the Heavenly Dao and peak the Martial Path on their own."
All are the same."
"......"