"I've thought about it, and the reason your path seems blocked might be because you've strayed down the wrong road," Zhao Sheng speculated.
Although the Ancestor's voice was not loud, to Zhao Jingyu it sounded as booming as thunder.
He suddenly sat up straight from the recliner, his voice raspy as he questioned, "Are you saying that I, a Martial Saint, have taken the wrong path?!"
Seeing his reaction, Zhao Sheng waved his hand dismissively and explained, "The Martial Saint Realm itself is not wrong! What I mean is that you have ventured in the wrong direction in tapping into the potential of the Barbaric Ancient bloodline."
"Oh, I would like to hear more about this," Zhao Jingyu replied, settling down unbothered.
He did not believe the Sixteenth Ancestor could offer any earth-shattering advice. A cultivator with such diluted blood could understand the path of martial arts better than him? He probably didn't even grasp the true meaning of the Barbaric Ancient bloodline!
