I Am a Peerless Prodigy

Oh, vast heavens, why must fate be so cruel?

He should have been the sect's shining hope, its leading disciple poised to make his mark. But when the divine sword chose him as its master, his mind connected with his opponent's, and he was ambushed and defeated. The sect's chance to rise to greatness was lost forever.

“After all, you're a once-in-a-generation genius. Why would it be surprising for me, the sword of your enemy, to choose you as my master?”

Listen to that! Is that any way to talk?