"What would pampered sons of heaven like you know?" Duan San suddenly flew into a rage, glaring viciously at the two youths like a wounded beast.
"One of you is the young master of Extreme Demon Cave, the other the young sect leader of Spirit Herb Mountain. Your talents far surpass your peers, and you've always had great trees to shelter beneath; spirit stones and magic treasures have never been lacking. How could you know the suffering of ordinary cultivators like us?"
Only after panting harshly for several breaths did Duan San finally manage to calm down, as though he were recounting it to the two of them, and yet also as though he were muttering to himself.
"Originally, I was merely a low-level disciple of Azure Cloud Mountain. Though by a twist of fate I entered a famous great sect, my own spiritual root was unfortunately far too poor. Even after struggling for decades, I only managed to cultivate to the peak of the Spirit Movement Stage. In this life, succeeding in Foundation Establishment was absolutely impossible."
"From the moment I entered the sect, my cultivation speed was slower than everyone else's. My teachers looked down on me, my fellow disciples slighted me..."
A strange light flickered in Lin Xuan's eyes. Though his expression remained as usual on the surface, in his heart, it was as if he had returned once more to those bitter years of arduous cultivation in Floating Cloud Valley.
That there was actually someone who thought he was a pampered son of heaven—Lin Xuan could only smile bitterly in his heart and continue listening to the other man speak.
"However, though my aptitude was somewhat poor, my will was incomparably tenacious. By chance, the grand elder of my sect took notice of me and asked