"Little Wen Ming, what would you do...?"
Storyteller's eyes were full of anticipation and fondness.
Xu Xiaoshou's record was simply too dazzling.
Even if he did not want to admit it, back in the Ancient Book Space, he had truly been fooled from beginning to end.
Thinking back on it now, Storyteller felt utterly ashamed.
But at his level, he knew perfectly well what mattered most.
With merely innate-stage cultivation, Xu Xiaoshou had deceived the heavens and crossed the sea, even fooling everyone present in the Ancient Book Space.
Storyteller understood just how great Xu Xiaoshou's potential was.
More than anyone else, he knew exactly how much weight he himself carried!
Across the entire continent, there were scarcely any who dared not cross blades with him.
Yet even under such circumstances, Xu Xiaoshou had still managed this...
It had to be said that what allowed Storyteller to suppress the shame in his heart and his urge to strike in anger was precisely his soul-deep yearning for outstanding youths and his love for talent.
"Wen Ming..."
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
"None of that matters!"
"Right now, only the most extreme pressure can squeeze out a person's true potential!" Storyteller mused.
Received anticipation, Passive Value +1.
In the distance, Luo Leilei was likewise watching Xu Xiaoshou, who looked somewhat lost and vacant.
This was the first time he had seen the young man before him in such a state.
Usually, no matter what kind of situation he found himself in, even when the Heavenly Mystery Gate had been on the verge of collapse, that fellow always seemed utterly unruffled.
But now...
Received concern, Passive Value +1.
What do I do? What do I do?
Xu Xiaoshou was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Yet on