"Rare to hear you praising someone."
Han Shanshan laughed helplessly.
After all, while the Yao Chen she knew had praised her and others before, it was never frequent. Yao Chen was the sort of person for whom good was good and bad was bad, with principles more important than anything else. Therefore, anyone he praised was unquestionably more capable than him, while those he did not praise—or merely gave perfunctory responses to—were truly lacking, or at roughly the same level as him.
So, from another perspective—
Han Feng's betrayal had not been entirely without reason.
To put it more bluntly—
Take alchemy, for example.
Perhaps in Yao Lao's eyes, Han Feng's learning progress and practical progress truly had not been worth mentioning. After all, there was no denying that Yao Lao was indeed an alchemy genius, one ever since his youth. Otherwise, he would never have been able to contend at the Yao Clan's Alchemist Convention, even forcing Elder Yao Wangui to secretly swap out the materials. In other words, Yao Wangui clearly knew that his own Younger Brother was no match for Yao Lao. Even under his guidance, even if he leaked the test questions and personally gave his Younger Brother crash-course training, he still had no confidence that his Younger Brother could defeat a Yao Lao who knew nothing about it. That alone showed just how formidable Yao Lao had been in his youth.
Calling him a genius produced once every century in the Yao Clan—
Might have been a little exaggerated.
But calling him a genius produced once every decade was absolutely fair.
Moreover, one had to understand that the Yao Clan's alchemy was different from alchemy in the outside world. The Yao Clan's ancestor, the Medicine Emperor, had risen through alchemy. It could also be said