Could Master actually get depressed over something like this?
In the past, Empress Feng had feared neither heaven nor earth. Though she bullied the weak, she had never feared the strong. Even when facing someone an entire major realm stronger than herself, she would still yell and provoke them.
Though Chu Liang could not truly put himself in her shoes, he could understand a little. If the little disciple he had always protected suddenly became better at fighting than him, he might feel rather sour about it too.
Being weaker than one's seniors or peers was nothing much, but being surpassed by one's junior was itself enough to make one doubt oneself.
Especially when that junior was one's only disciple.
Though Empress Feng did not say so aloud, she was immensely proud at heart and possessed an exceedingly strong desire to win. It would not be strange for her to have a few petty emotions.
He could not say much while using Daoist Yan's identity, so he found an excuse to brush her off and returned to his little thatched hut.
He had thought Master would forget about it after a while.
Unexpectedly, the next day at mealtime on the peak, Empress Feng sat at the head of the table, with Chu Liang, Liu Xiaoyu, and Liu Xiaoyu seated below her in turn—the four humanoids at the table.
While eating, Empress Feng suddenly raised her head and said gloomily, "Chu Liang, your cultivation is higher now, and your resources are abundant. You could completely leave Silver Sword Peak and strike out on your own, couldn't you?"
"Cough..." Chu Liang nearly choked on those words. He hurriedly replied, "Master, what are you talking about? Your disciple is a Silver Sword Peak disciple for one day and a Silver Sword Peak disciple