Liu Zixuan could feel Zhao Yi's apology.
At the same time, he could sense the struggle and agony in Zhao Yi's heart.
Choosing between a brother and a wife is akin to the dilemma of saving one's wife or mother when both fall into a river.
Choosing loyalty means abandoning filial piety; choosing filial piety means forsaking loyalty!
For a normal man, it's more distressing than death.
Seeing Zhao Yi's reddened eyes, Liu Zixuan twitched his lips slightly and smiled faintly: "Most of your Cultivation Techniques were taught by me. You've never had the chance to prove yourself, so why not take today to see how far you've really grown!"
Zhao Yi's expression suddenly became somewhat strange, and he frowned and asked, "You already know?"
"Is it hard to guess?"
Liu Zixuan smiled mysteriously and waved Zhao Yi over: "Come, consider it a spar between brothers, don't burden yourself with any concern."
Zhao Yi gritted his teeth: "Zixuan, I hope you can understand my selfish desire!"
