"Very impressive strength."
Jiang Qiao nodded slightly and said approvingly, "To be fair, you're about as strong as that Chen Qiming I met in Xin Zhou City. But he's old enough to be your grandfather."
"You flatter me, Mr. Jiang." Shen Boxia cupped his fists in a respectful salute.
Chen Qiming had roamed the world unchallenged for decades. His fame spread across both north and south, and he was a great master who commanded the world's attention.
For Shen Boxia to be compared to a powerhouse like that at his young age...
Was already an extraordinary achievement.
Yet he showed no sign of pride.
What was there to be proud of?
The man before him looked even younger than he was, yet could outright defeat a Great Sir. His own strength might be something to boast about in front of others, but showing it off before this man was like teaching a master his own craft.
"You don't need to feel inferior."
Jiang Qiao saw through Chen Qiming's thoughts at a glance and said slowly:
"My circumstances are special."
"Let's leave it at that."
"But in my eyes, you have more potential than that Gui Jizhen. Potential isn't determined by how quickly your strength grows early on, but by how far you can go later."
"I think you'll catch up to Gui Jizhen and break through to the next level before he does."
By the next level...
He naturally meant the Fifth Tier.
But this era's system of classifying levels was rather crude.
Those of the Fourth Order were called Great Sirs.
He had heard that those beyond the Fourth Order were called Masters.
So archaic.
So strange.
Besides, it was hard to say whether any Masters existed in the world today. The last publicly known Master had died fifty