The cultivation journey does not only depend on one's aptitude.
Sometimes, a bit of luck is also needed.
Or rather, destiny's favor.
Time and fate decree that born in an age of peace, naturally one cannot become a hero.
In his past life, Xie Xuanyi was innately flawed, so no matter how stubbornly he clung to the "second Sword Dao," he was doomed never to realize the Divine Embryo.
"I reckon it won't be long before we hear your former name renowned throughout the lands once again."
Miao Zhen spoke earnestly.
Though his gaze was clear and his face showed no trace of envy, there was nevertheless a tinge of regret hidden deep within his heart.
Xie Xuanyi saw through to the thoughts Miao Zhen kept at the bottom of his heart with just one glance.
Miao Zhen was a Martial Fool.
