Zhong Wuwang held the tea and invited, smiling, "But at that time you were a young man barely past the age of twenty. So, when you were commanding them, you were bound to make mistakes. Only the mistake wasn't yours."
Yang Bi drank the tea in one gulp, sighed, and said, "All great power returns to the self. When an individual lacks power, they can only borrow it from things, which leaves room for error."
Zhong Wuwang's eyes brightened, he clapped his hands in praise and said, "Well said! All great power returns to the self! The Upper Realm lost due to this very reason. If the Upper Realm could gather all the Divine Power of the Heavenly Gods into one, the power of this Divine would be able to rival the Immortals of Despair Slope. Unfortunately, the Thirteen Families are too busy scheming against each other, incapable of such a feat."
Yang Bi remained silent.
