"Senior, I really did succeed in my cultivation," Xu Wuzhou replied to the old man.

The old man, however, closed his eyes again, pretending to sleep, ignoring Xu Wuzhou.

Xu Wuzhou, feeling helpless, could only leave with those subpar combat techniques.

After Xu Wuzhou left, the old man opened his eyes, gazing at Xu Wuzhou's departing figure, and murmured, "His vital energy and blood have broken through the limit, reaching the point of extreme yang giving birth to yin. Even the prodigies of ancient times were no more than this. Yet, everyone wants to be a prodigy, but... the quickest to die are often these prodigies. People always strive to be the best, but being excellent comes with responsibilities, and it's exhausting to bear them."