"Ah—!"
"Urgh...!"
"Mm—!"
"Yah—!"
Long Aotian stood beside Zhao Ritian with his arms folded, shaking his head and smiling sweetly.
Lu Chengwen leaned over. "How's it going?"
Long Aotian smiled. "Look at this little idiot. Isn't he adorable?"
Lu Chengwen looked at Long Aotian. "Isn't he usually really talented? Why's he fallen so far behind you this time?"
Long Aotian draped an arm over Lu Chengwen's shoulder. "Cheng Wen, talent isn't measured in just one dimension. I admit that when it comes to cultivation, Zhao Ritian does have some talent. You could even say... he's exceptionally talented. But..."
Long Aotian spoke earnestly. "Some things depend on intelligence. Look at Ritian—he's working so hard, so diligently, but... ever since he started practicing, he's been farting up a storm like a machine gun, yet he hasn't managed to hold down a single fireball."
Lu Chengwen patted Long Aotian's arm and pointed over there. "He did it! He did it!"
"Huh? No way!"
The two looked over. Sure enough, Zhao Ritian couldn't hold it down with one hand, so he used both.
Sure enough, he had produced a fireball. It was far bigger than Long Aotian's little ice ball and looked vicious.
The dark-red fireball seemed to contain boundless energy!
Zhao Ritian was overjoyed. He turned and shouted, "Poop-Spraying Dragon! Look! Look at mine!"
Keeping both hands rigidly held in front of him to suppress the fireball, he excitedly ran over.
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian grabbed each other's sleeves and backed away.
"Don't! Don't come over! Damn it, stay away from us!"
"We see it, we see it! Why the hell are you walking over here? Go back, hurry up and go back!"
"No, look! It's my first success!"
"Dodge! Dodge! Move farther away!"
"Can't you just stand there and talk!? Just