Leng Qingzhu, Shang Shiqiu, and Ruan Qingsu, who had just recently broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, suddenly felt dizzy.
They started to question life.
All the hard work of a lifetime was not even as good as an unborn baby?
This wicked world dependent on fathers!
The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master also felt a sense of loss and after a long sigh said through clenched teeth, "Everyone in the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, work hard."
"Otherwise, in the future, you'll be told that you're not even as good as a three-year-old child."
The moment these words were spoken, everyone's expressions froze.
In their minds appeared an image of a three-year-old Little Jiang Fan, having surpassed the Late-stage Nascent Soul, standing in front of them with open-crotch pants and a pacifier in his mouth.
While they all respectfully called him senior.
"Stop talking, can't I go into seclusion?" You Yunzi trembled, his face pale, and quickly walked away.
