Feng Yu'er visibly let out a sigh of relief. After pondering for a while, as though organizing her thoughts, she slowly said, "Junior Brother Feng Wei, did you join the sect a year ago?"
Su Hao was surprised. Why was she asking that? Still, he answered, "That's right!"
Feng Yu'er said, "Junior Brother Feng Wei, I had no power to fight back against you, so you are the true genius, while I am not! I only figured this out over the past two days. Then a question arose in my mind. I am not a genius, so why has Master always called me a once-in-a-century genius? Adding many things together, I feel deeply confused, yet I cannot say exactly what I am confused about. I wanted to ask you, Junior Brother—do you, also praised as a genius, feel the same way?"
Su Hao's first reaction was: Could this little girl have persecution mania?
Feng Yu'er had indeed been dealt a blow by him.
Who was Su Hao? It was not that he was arrogant—he was already over two hundred years old. If teenagers barely in their teens used him as a point of comparison, would they not be driven into despair? Su Hao smiled. "First, let me correct one thing: I am not a genius! I can tell you clearly that many people call me a genius, but I am not! I was not in the past, and I will not be in the future! Second, they call me a genius because they do not understand what I have done. They want to use the mere two words 'genius' to erase all my effort. Lastly, I once thought that people were always trying to harm me too. But once I gained sufficient strength and the ability to protect myself, all