Fang Yan hurriedly left the stage. Even though he wanted to be chosen as a disciple of the sect, he couldn’t bear growing up in the shadow of a person who had insulted him greatly.

As he walked away, he noticed that many people were peering at him, but he didn’t care, since his mind was filled with images of Andy mocking him.

It was the first time in his life that someone had insulted him so badly, especially in front of so many people.

But as he thought about Andy, he felt a twinge of fear in his heart. He didn’t expect to meet anyone whose talent was comparable to his after inheriting the legacy of Supreme Saint. But not only did he meet the one, but he did so only a few days after inheriting the legacy.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice he was walking in a deserted area. However, his steps abruptly came to a halt as a man’s stern voice jolted him out of his reverie.

“Hold on,”

His heart pounded as he noticed a tall man in a black robe standing before him, his face hidden behind a hood.

His gaze scanned the area before settling on the man in front of him. He realized he was standing in the middle of a deserted street. As he stared at the man in front of him, various thoughts ran through his mind, but he asked politely.

“Yes,”

“How does it feel to flee in front of so many people?” Fang Yan heard that voice again. He had the feeling that the man’s sharp eyes were scrutinizing him beneath the hood the entire time.

Just as those words reached his ears, a sudden surge of rage rose in his heart, and his fists clenched tightly, but he took a deep breath to calm down as his eyes gazed at the man in front of him, and he said, “It doesn’t concern you.”

But, as he finished his sentence, he took a side step to walk away from that man. However, he was suddenly rooted to the spot, his heart pounding as he sensed that some force had tightly restrained him.

As he struggled in that restraint, the voice spoke to him again, “Didn’t you know you shouldn’t walk away when you’re talking to someone? Especially if the person on the other side is stronger than you.”

As soon as he heard those words, Fang Yan’s struggle came to a halt. Suddenly, he realized he was no longer bound by those constraints; he staggered with his gaze fixed on that man. He exclaimed, “What do you want?”

Some force constrained him again, and it choked his throat as he heard the voice again, “Didn’t anyone teach you any manners? Your stubbornness could lead to your demise. Tsk, that Young Master Andy was far smarter than you.”

When he heard the name Andy and realized the man was comparing him, his heart swelled with rage. He struggled as a hoarse voice escaped his lips, “Do... Don’t compare me to him.”

“You’re upset, aren’t you? What can you do about it? You’ve already ruined your chances of being accepted into any of those sects. How are you going to get stronger? You already knew Andy was much stronger than you, but he came from a higher world and is full of resources. In the future, he will be far more powerful than you. How about you? Do you have any resources? How can you exact revenge if you’re an ant in front of him?”

The force that had restrained him had vanished once more, and he coughed loudly, but his eyes were clear. He realized the man's words were true. Despite his talent, he lacked a platform to shine. He lacked resources. He couldn't even think about vengeance if he was weaker in the future. His clear dark eyes fixed on the man in front of him, as he said,

"I apologize for my impolite behavior; what do you want me to do?"

The hooded man nodded slightly and said, "That's great; I can give you the opportunity. But you know that nothing in this world is free, so what can you do about it?"

Fang Yan fell silent for a moment, his lips pursed. But after a while, determination filled his eyes as he gazed at the man in front of him. "If you give me an opportunity, I will do anything you want me to do,"

The hooded man nodded slightly as he placed his hand on Fang Yan's shoulders and said, "Remember what you said today. There is no turning back." But as soon as he finished the words, both Fang Yan and the Hooded man vanished from the spot.

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The moonlight illuminated the training ground on a large courtyard on a dark night. The man in a black robe was standing in an unusual position, with one leg led on the back and the front leg slightly bent, both hands holding a wooden sword and both eyes focused on it. A wooden dummy of a man with numerous dents stood quite a distance away.

A bead of sweat slid down his brow as he grunted and waved his sword diagonally. The sword emitted a beautiful arc that was almost transparent as it passed through the dummy,

As a loud sound broke the silence, the dummy was sliced perfectly, with one part standing still and the other falling to the ground.

The man panted slightly and drew his brows as he looked at the sliced dummy piece.

THUD THUD

A loud knock on the door interrupted his reverie as he growled. A black mask appeared in his hand and he placed it on his face as he strolled to open the door.

But as soon as he opened the door, he was baffled to see the figure in front of him.