"You are impressive. With your potential and talent, it won't be hard to make a name for yourself in the martial world. Perhaps one day you can stand on equal footing with the geniuses of other sects and bring glory to our Cyan Yang Sect!"
The gray-robed Elder glanced at Chu Ming and said appreciatively.
Upon hearing this, Chu Ming cupped his fists and replied, "Elder, you flatter me!"
"Whether it's flattery or not doesn't matter. Everything relies on your own effort. No matter how high your talent, your achievements will be limited without hard work. Over the years, I've seen many unknown disciples rise to prominence and many astonishingly talented ones fade away. I hope you won't be the next to fall." The gray-robed Elder said calmly, then closed his eyes and stood quietly. Chu Ming wisely took his leave.
Since he had already passed the Cyan Yang Tower, there was no need to stay any longer. After saying goodbye to Hong Yun and Red Moon, Chu Ming left the Cyan Yang Tower.
