Seeing Fang Chen refuse, Liu Xuan continued persuading him:
"Now that the tournament has just ended, Senior Brother should relax a little. Besides, it's already nighttime. Isn't this precisely the time to rest..."
Fang Chen waved his hand indifferently, wearing an even faintly contented, carefree smile.
He sighed with utter seriousness:
"It's fine. I'm already used to cultivating at night."
"The moonlight is tranquil. Not only do I not feel tired while cultivating, I instead feel the cool breeze brushing my face, refreshing and pleasant, leaving my mind and spirit completely at ease."
These words
left Lu Yuan and Liu Xuan stunned for a moment, making both of them feel utterly ashamed of themselves!
Deep admiration could not help but surface in their eyes!
Only now did the two of them truly understand
that Senior Disciple Fang possessed such astonishing strength today
not merely because of his enviable talent and comprehension, but also because of his diligence and concentration far surpassing ordinary people!
The martial path was long and arduous, while cultivation was even more monotonous and tedious!
Those who could cultivate to their level naturally all possessed perseverance and could endure hardship.
But Fang Chen was as if he did not know the meaning of fatigue, immersing his entire mind in cultivation,
to the point that even the joy of winning the tournament could not make him pause for so much as a moment to enjoy the celebration...
Such a temperament was truly frightening!
After winning so many matches, shouldn't he relax a little and share his happiness with his fellow disciples?
Cultivating day and night without pause like this—wouldn't he feel utterly exhausted?
Could it be...
that this was the quality possessed by a true genius?
Not only was your talent higher than others', you even worked harder