"Nephew, watching your junior brothers and sisters practice their swords again?" Cheng Buyou asked.
Gu Hui smiled. "Yes, Uncle. They won't practice unless someone keeps an eye on them. The moment I look away, they start slacking off.
"Once the escort agency is running, I'll send every one of them out on a job. Then they'll understand why I've been so hard on them.
"Ah, I'm strict now because I want them to survive later. But they take my good intentions for cruelty."
"Don't worry, Nephew. Those boys and girls may complain, but deep down they're grateful to you.
"Just don't neglect your own training while supervising theirs."
"Don't worry, Uncle. I won't.
"At my current level, improvement will only come through steady practice and the passage of time."
Cheng Buyou's mouth twitched as he listened.
I shouldn't have worried about him. Comparing myself to that monster is enough to drive me mad.
At Gu Hui's age, Cheng Buyou had only just reached the second rank. Even now, he was still there.
Gu Hui, meanwhile, had already surpassed the first rank. Even Cheng Buyou had no idea how far beyond it he had gone.
No wonder he dared to plan on sharing the sect leader's authority before he had even formally inherited the position—and to offer them manuals of divine skills besides.
What ordinary person could ever surpass that monster?
In the martial world, strength ruled. As long as Gu Hui remained far ahead of them, they could only obey him, however widely he shared his authority. None would dare defy him.
And no matter how many manuals of divine skills they had, they would gain nothing if they could not master them. Trying might only unsettle them. Wasn't that exactly what had happened to the few of them?
Watching