Jiang Zuo didn't want to say much. He couldn't reason with someone who didn't strive for invincibility.
Jian Shisan was a different story.
His sword could cut down anything.
Even when facing him, Jian Shisan would still dare to swing his sword.
Even if Jiang Zuo defeated him in a single move, he would still draw his sword, still dare to swing it.
He was utterly fearless.
It was impossible to overwhelm Jian Shisan and make him submit through sheer force.
'Why else would Jiang Zuo admire him so much?'
"Fellow Daoist Po Xiao, you're naive. What's the point of Cultivation? To get stronger? No, the real reason is to survive."
"Cut the crap. The answer."
"Fellow Daoist Po Xiao, I truly respect you. You're different from anyone else. You're so full of yourself, so dismissive of everyone—it's genuine arrogance."
Jiang Zuo was speechless.
'What a motormouth.'
