Mo Tian Sheng was feeling stifled inside; the fine meat meant to be kept in the pot was snatched away by the Sect Leader!
It's true, arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time!
"Like? How is he like?"
This sword sect's true disciple secretly grumbled to himself.
The Sect Leader's words were too much!
Especially the phrase "very much like me" was simply dismissive!
It was widely known that Sect Leader Yan Xin was a late bloomer.
In his youth, he was not particularly outstanding in talent.
Whether it was in cultivation speed or sect advancement, everything was methodical.
Emphasizing "steady" rather than "fast."
Bai Qi, who had not yet reached adulthood, already displayed his exceptional talent by performing the Sword Slash Divine Technique.
Compared to the Sect Leader's accumulation and growth, his profound Dao nature was strikingly different.
As he sat alone in the central hall, Mo Tian Sheng scratched his ear, contemplating another attempt.
