Seeing me silent, Xuan Hong mistook it as disbelief.

　　He smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, master, I'm just too stupid." He clenched his fist tightly and said with low spirits, "I'm just too stupid! I can't defeat him no matter what.

　　If only I could cultivate faster." He forced a bitter smile and lowered his head deeply.

　　These days, besides practicing cultivation, we have also been helping the people in need.

　　But no matter how powerful my Taiyin Sword is, I cannot save everyone in the world at the same time.

　　How many times has Xuan Hong and I arrived a step too late, seeing devastated villages everywhere.

　　He never showed fear in front of me, but instead, he bravely encouraged me.

　　But he forgot, my cultivation is higher than his.

　　I could hear his guilty weeping in the depths of the night.

　　He is still too young, but burdened with too much.

　　"Xuan Hong, you are already doing very well," I comforted him in a warm voice, reaching out to lift his head.

　　I reassured him, "You are righteous, with a solid foundation, naturally your cultivation won't progress as fast as those in demonic cultivation."

　　"When Daxi Heng first became my disciple, he was unruly and lazy.

　　How can you be worse than him?" Xuan Hong raised his head and asked softly, "Is it true?" I touched his head and praised him seriously, "Absolutely true, you are a thousand times more excellent than him.

　　You are worthy of being my disciple." Suddenly, the restriction in the courtyard moved slightly.

　　The force was weak, like the night wind brushing against my cheek.

　　It was as if someone carefully touched the barrier.

　　I raised my eyes sharply.

　　It was Daxi Heng.

　　He stood alone in the night wind, looking thin and terrifying, as if he was in a daze.

　　In the moment our eyes met, he fled in disgrace, looking as pathetic as a homeless dog.