Ling Tian's astonishing rate of cultivation left Bai Ying and the others filled with emotion.
Hearing Bai Ying's sigh, nearly everyone felt the same. They all looked toward Ling Tian, who was undergoing his tribulation, their hearts full of emotion. Who could have imagined that this young cultivator, who had only just reached the Out of Body Stage, would grow to stand as their equal—or even reach a height they could only look up to—in less than thirty years? Thinking of Ling Tian's cultivation speed, they were all shocked, then delighted.
Their delight came naturally from the fact that Ling Tian was their pavilion master. With their pavilion master's formidable strength, he would undoubtedly shine at this year's Cultivator Assembly. That would bring the Lingxiao Pavilion into the limelight, raising the safety and status of all of them.
"Old Bai, that kid Ling Tian may be improving quickly, but he's still far behind you," Lu Yuan said, sensing Bai Ying's dejection. "You've already reached the Great Perfection of the Integrated Body Stage. Even with Ling Tian's exceptional talent, I doubt he'll reach your level within a century. He still needs us to protect him."
"Old Lu, you don't have to comfort me. At first, I saw Ling Tian as a junior. Of course I'm delighted to watch him grow. I only feel a little down because I can't do much to help him." Bai Ying shook his head, his eyes on Ling Tian filled with pride. "It's just a bit of a blow, that's all. Heh, if we had a disciple like him, we'd probably feel the same. I really wonder what Master Wu De and Senior Lingyun think of having a disciple—or son—like this."
"Haha, it would be a blow, all right. If it were me, I wouldn't dare