The power of hatred is infinite.
Looking at the scene of Chiba Kenichi kneeling before him, earnestly apprenticing, Ye Xuan couldn't help but recall his former self, a hot-blooded young man driven by anger, who traveled abroad to live by the sword.
History always bears a striking resemblance.
The son of the Sword God before him, isn't he just like the past me?
Waves surged in Ye Xuan's eyes, but then he shook his head.
Back then, didn't the young Asura who was nearly trampled by mercenaries on the battlefield do the same thing? Ye Xuan also felt he was very similar to himself.
In the end, raising a tiger invites disaster!
Ye Xuan closed his eyes, let out a faint breath, and smiled, saying, "You should get up now, I don't have the habit of taking apprentices."
