"Who likes that cold, standoffish Smelly Uncle? I... I don't like him at all! I only see him as an elder. I don't like him! Who would like someone over twenty thousand years old? I don't!"
Lan Shi'er raised her voice in an urgent protest. Two patches of pink swiftly bloomed on her cheeks. Her fingers clutched her skirt, and she stared straight at Bai Jingqiu with wide eyes, as if her gaze could prove she was telling the truth.
"But Smelly Uncle really is outstanding, and he's strong, too. He just came from the Immortal Realm, so he had a lower starting point. If he had enough resources, he'd become even more outstanding someday."
Bai Jingqiu looked at her niece and sighed inwardly.
"Jiang Ping An is outstanding, yes. But his talent has limits. It's already impressive that he's achieved anything in the seas around the Nether King Ship. There's still a gap between you. The two of you aren't on the same level."
"Aunt Bai, that's prejudice. You have no idea how capable Smelly Uncle is. He's overcome so many hardships and dangers. Sooner or later, he'll become a peerless powerhouse."
Lan Shi'er had often listened to Jiang Ping An recount his past lately, and she knew just how exceptional he was. She added, "Of course, I'm not speaking up for Smelly Uncle because I like him. I'm just stating the facts."
Bai Jingqiu shook her head and firmly rejected the idea. "You said it yourself: he came from the Immortal Realm. The bloodline power of beings from that place hasn't been recognized by the divine path. Their potential is extremely limited. It would already be impressive if he became a god. He won't become some peerless powerhouse in this lifetime."
Seeing how little Aunt Bai believed in