The Fury Tiger of the Angry Sea heard Ling Tianyu's words and was not in a hurry. He took a sip of tea and said, "Then, True Martial Saint, how would you define capability?"
The Fury Tiger of the Angry Sea retaliated with a single sentence.
Ling Tianyu drank his tea without a word, silently sipping, while the Colonel standing behind him was remarkably straight, his left hand tightly gripping the handle of his sheathed sword, eyes sharp as daggers.
"Capability is quite simple; it is power, the most obvious kind," said Ling Tianyu, setting down his teacup. "Your Angry Sea Clan has produced many formidable figures, all renowned and comparable to my master, even mentioned in the same breath."
"But now I see no evidence of your Angry Sea Clan's strength. I want to see it now."
Ling Tianyu shifted his tone, "If I witness it, the things your Angry Sea Clan wants, my Emperor Mountain can indeed afford."
