"I am but a leisurely person, always at ease, but I dare not easily disturb Uncle Liu's cultivation."
Zhao Han smiled as he landed on the Seven Star Altar.
Liu Zhong opened his eyes, gazed at Zhao Han, then nodded repeatedly in praise: "Well, well! It's truly impressive. Since the last time we met, your cultivation has advanced significantly!"
Zhao Han humbly smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Uncle Liu's numerous guidance; otherwise, your nephew would not have achieved today's accomplishments."
"When did you learn these courteous words? If it weren't for your inherent talent, even with a renowned teacher's guidance, significant achievements would be hard to come by. Your current cultivation relies on your own comprehension."
At this point, Liu Zhong couldn't help but sigh, "Your generation produced many exceptional geniuses. Especially Chen Nan and Ye Yiyi, what a pity, heaven is jealous of heroic talents."
Liu Zhong kept shaking his head in regret.
