"Visiting relatives, Little Lu?" Seeing Yun Mengmeng mention the Second Boss at every turn as she walked along, the first thought that crossed Heavenly Venerable Guiyuan's mind was that she had come to the Ask Dao Sect to look for Lu Yang.
"No, it's Little Zhi—oh, her full name is Yun Zhi. She's my best friend, and also the Second Boss's senior sister. She's especially strong."
"Especially strong? Stronger than you?" Heavenly Venerable Guiyuan asked in surprise. Lu Yang's senior sister was still a disciple of the Ask Dao Sect, wasn't she? She had not even reached the level of an elder. How could she deserve the assessment of "especially strong"?
"Stronger than you, too."
"Oh, is she that strong?" Heavenly Venerable Guiyuan did not like hearing that.
He had always believed that strength and cultivation realm were not absolutely connected. Whether someone was strong or weak could only be known after exchanging blows. That was precisely why, ten thousand years ago, he had challenged Jiang Ping'an, who had already become an immortal.
Regardless of who won or lost that battle, the most important thing was to hold fast to one's own principles.
Ten thousand years ago, he had also wanted to challenge Meng Junzi, who had already become an immortal, but Meng Junzi had refused to fight.
Though at the time Meng Junzi had insisted that he had not become an immortal and was only a half-immortal, he had lost to Jiang Ping'an and become disheartened, no longer willing to fight.
Heavenly Venerable Guiyuan did not believe Meng Junzi's nonsense at all.
If you were disheartened, shouldn't you have gone out and pretended to be weak while defeating stronger foes to regain your confidence? What was the meaning of curling up at home every day? Was Meng Junzi really