"Disciple, I know you have a sweet tongue, but you can't praise me like that. If I were truly such a great master who produced outstanding disciples..."
"Then why are your First Senior Sister and Second Senior Sister still weaker than you?"
Immortal Lord Miaoyi was indeed pleased to hear this, but he knew Li Changsheng was not entirely right.
The main reason was that he had taken in good disciples—especially a disciple like Li Changsheng, whose comprehension was exceptionally high.
That was why Li Changsheng's cultivation level had risen so quickly.
As Li Changsheng said this, he did not forget to glance at his second disciple, Sun Hongyu, looking thoroughly disdainful.
"Hey, Master, why are you looking at me? I think I've cultivated fast enough already, and my strength hasn't improved slowly either."
"But there's nothing I can do about having such a genius junior brother. Being compared to him just makes me look stupid."
Sun Hongyu spoke to Immortal Lord Miaoyi with a grievance-filled expression.
Back then, Sun Hongyu had also thought her aptitude was excellent. Her cultivation speed had not been slow either.
But ever since her junior brother Li Changsheng's cultivation level had started shooting upward like he had swallowed fertilizer—
Sun Hongyu had felt rather depressed. Who told her to have such an incredible junior brother?
And he was so smart too, making all of them seem especially foolish by comparison. Sun Hongyu felt wronged too, all right?
"First Senior Sister and Second Senior Sister are both amazing. I only improved because I happened to enter enlightenment this time."
"If I cultivated step by step under normal circumstances, my speed would definitely be the same as First Senior Sister's and Second Senior Sister's."
Hearing his master say this, and seeing Sun Hongyu's aggrieved expression, Li