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"In ancient times, Venerable Yu the Great managed the floods by diverting rather than blocking. Do you think we can prevent Ye Xuan from growing just by relying on our numbers? Clearly, we can't. Ye Xuan's growth is destiny, it's fate. Two thousand years ago, it was the Carefree Dao Monarch. Two thousand years later, it's Ye Xuan. Their emergence cannot be changed by anyone. Instead of hindering Ye Xuan's growth, it's better to facilitate it, to lend a hand."
The elderly Family Head Jiang chuckled, his enigmatic gaze always fixed on Ye Xuan in the arena, and said, "This is destiny, this is fate."
"Fate... Could it be that this lad can single-handedly change the situation that has persisted for thousands of years?"
Elder Ji smiled bitterly a few times, his expression heavy, and said indifferently, "It seems we can only wait and see."
"The battle between the Scholarly Sword and Young Friend Ye Xuan is also about time to decide the winner."
