“Father, are you disappointed in me?” asked Zhuge Yan, looking at Zhuge Liuyun.0

“I am, but that’s only because my expectations of you are too high. You know the hopes I’ve placed on you. But in cultivation, setbacks are inevitable. What matters is whether you can overcome yourself.” Zhuge Liuyun’s expression did not change in the slightest, and his tone remained calm.0

“Overcome myself?” Zhuge Yan sighed. It wasn’t something he could simply brush aside.0

He had lost tragically in front of countless people. Chen Fan had crushed his pride and turned him into a joke. 0

How can he face others now?0

Did he even have the qualification to call himself peerless now? 0

Even he felt disappointed in himself.0

“Failure is not what you should fear. What’s truly frightening...0