"Since the Chiwu Worm shared your spiritual platform with your soul, it could easily absorb the power of your soul, while your soul remained unharmed. Over time, the rate at which it was nurtured must have surpassed even that of Great Elder Yun, who had to painfully divide off pieces of his soul to feed it. You and he are both cultivators, yet you reap the rewards without lifting a finger, while Great Elder Yun has to bleed himself dry for them. Isn't that proof the heavens are unjust?"
"Just a moment ago, I was worried that the Chiwu Worm had fallen into your hands like a pearl cast before swine, and that you might never manage to nurture it successfully in your lifetime. But now that I've seen the truth, I realize I was worrying over nothing. Heaven favors someone as blessed as you beyond measure. To put it plainly, I was a crow fretting over a phoenix, a nag worrying about a qilin."
Though Mu Guangming was no Great Elder Yun, he had clearly been struck by how exceptionally the heavens looked after Xu Yi. He kept putting himself down.
It was like having a classmate who was taller and more handsome than you, was even the class monitor, and left you far behind in his studies—then Heaven arranged for him to win fifty million and marry the mayor's daughter.
Having someone like that living right beside you was an injury in itself.
That was exactly how Mu Guangming felt at that moment.
Even Xu Yi couldn't stand the heavy vinegar in Mu Guangming's words. He waved his hands repeatedly. "Brother Mu, those towering compliments of yours are coming down on me like a pile of bricks. I'm not sure my skull can take the weight."
He joked