Lin Yue bit his lip, feeling deeply wronged.
He wanted to say that he had rejected the Xiao Family for Sun Ningxiang's sake, that his mind was in turmoil because he was worried about the Martial Arts Hall's future. But when the words reached his lips, they came out as a sullen mumble, "I was wrong."
"Wrong? I don't think you know what you did wrong at all!" Sun Yong's voice rose. "Your root bone is the best in the entire hall. You have a great chance of breaking through to the next realm, perhaps even going higher. But look at you now! Your mind is wandering, filled with distracting thoughts! The path of the Martial Dao is like rowing a boat upstream; if you don't advance, you fall behind. If you keep being this lazy, you'll only be harming yourself in the end!"
