A cold wind swirled dead leaves at the entrance of Hongshan Martial Arts Hall.
Su Da Wen looked at his son, his expression grave.
His will was crushed, his face stained with tears.
He had failed his second attempt to break through to the Martial Artist realm, meaning his dream of becoming one was completely shattered.
Su Da Wen took a deep breath and said softly, "Can'Er, if you failed, you failed. You're already at the level of Three Times of Knocking. You can still live a good life."
"No! It's all your fault!"
Hearing his father's words, Su Can's rage and resentment erupted. He had been just one step away from becoming a Martial Artist—a tiny gap. If he had just leaped across it, he could have completely changed his fate!
Once he became a Martial Artist, he would be a cut above the rest.
The apprentices at the hall would have to respectfully call him Senior Brother, and the villagers would have to address him as 'sir'!
