As for Shi Jiawen, feelings of loss, helplessness, and unwillingness truly tangled together within him.
His bloodline was noble. His father held the honorary title of Great General; though he commanded no troops, his military connections ran deep and his influence was considerable.
His mother had been a direct-line Imperial Princess of the Beitang Imperial Clan, while the current Son of Heaven, Beitang Sheng, was his maternal uncle.
He himself was exceptionally gifted, with extraordinary potential. Ever since infancy, all manner of precious medicines and spiritual pills had been used to forge his foundation. Even now, though he had yet to break through to the Grandmaster realm, in a future where the cultivation environment grew ever more accommodating and Martial Dao Fortune surged ever more vigorously, it was almost inevitable.
Yet the human heart was never satisfied, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Though he was a genius, he was ultimately only a genius among ordinary people. Compared with those possessing Special Physiques or unusual bloodlines, there was a certain gap, let alone compared to a supreme prodigy like Meng Zhao, who stood above the younger generation of martial artists.
But like Qiao Nian, he clearly knew what sort of person Meng Zhao had been as a child. Naturally, he did not believe Meng Zhao's current accomplishments had been achieved through his own efforts alone. There had to be some hidden secret, or an immense stroke of fortune, that had transformed such an ordinary person into the peerless prodigy he was today.
The greed in his heart boiled like a blazing fire, beyond suppression. Especially after following two superlative experts to the Northern Lands, that desire had nearly become a heart demon.
Now, Liang Muqiu's reply was like dumping vast chunks of ice onto the fire in his