After Sun Xingyu left, Yang Fei turned his gaze to Sun Jianping, carefully sizing her up. Seeing that she had already reached the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation, he couldn't help but nod slightly and praise, "Jianping, to achieve this in just a few short years, it seems you haven't been slacking off in the Shang Qing Sect."
Hearing this, there was no joy on Sun Jianping's face. Instead, a hint of shame surfaced as she spoke softly, "Brother Yang, you're joking. Compared to you all, my bit of cultivation really isn't worth mentioning. What of Mid-stage Foundation Establishment? Every time danger comes, I always want to step forward and do something, yet time and again I'm helpless because my strength is too weak. I can only watch others risk their lives while I can't help at all. It's truly shameful to speak of."
These words came from the bottom of her heart, her tone carrying a trace of self-reproach and unwillingness.
