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Looking at the Ancestral Dao, Ye Guan walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Stop crying, man. So what if you've lost your cultivation? Look at me, I lost my cultivation, too. Am I panicking? Not at all.
"As the saying goes, every failure is a new beginning. As long as you persist, success will come one day. Ancestral Gramps, I believe in you!"
The Ancestral Dao sprawled out on the ground, wailing, "Get lost! Just get lost! I finally understand. I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have met you all."
Ye Guan glanced at him and sighed, shaking his head. "Ancestral Gramps, you are still the Ancestral Dao. Yet at the first sign of adversity, you refuse to try and give up on yourself. How will you ever achieve greatness this way?
"You should be glad that you have some cultivation left. Look at me, I have none at all. But so what? A real man doesn't cry over lost cultivation. Look at you wailing. Where is your dignity?"
The Ancestral Dao lifted his head and looked at Ye Guan. "A-Are you the devil?"
Ye Guan was speechless. He ignored the weeping Ancestral Dao. He had no sympathy for him at all. After all, he had once sacrificed countless innocent lives. His wickedness...
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