Ci opened his eyes, first chanting a Buddhist name softly, then speaking in a calm voice:
"There is no high or low in martial arts, but there are levels of martial power."
"If we have not yet mastered our own martial arts, there is no need to look at others' tomes. Just like our Shaolin lineage, even the most basic Inner Strength, if cultivated to its peak, is actually not much different from those so-called Divine Skills."
The first sentence was directed at Hong Luoyu, but the latter was a warning to Wang Anfeng, with some concern that he might be dazzled by the numerous Divine Skills and Secret Tomes mentioned by Hong Luoyu, hence interrupting his own Meditative Concentration and actively waking up to speak.
Wang Anfeng nodded and said:
"Disciple understands."
Ci slowly nodded his head.
Hong Luoyu realized he had gotten carried away and said something useless, so he coughed twice and said seriously:
"That is also what I think."
"I just didn't have the chance to say it..."
