"Don't you speak of my father like that!" Huang Rong's pretty face turned cold as she snapped. Don't you have any sense of shame?
Don't you know there are three women here? So crude—what a disgrace.
"Well, well, little girl, you're quite protective of your father. No wonder they say daughters are their fathers' little padded jackets."
He turned to Guo Jing, his face full of envy. "You foolish boy really are a fool with fool's luck. Even I'm jealous.
You went out once and ran into a girl beautiful enough to topple a kingdom and a city.
Then you accidentally ate some heavenly treasure and gained such remarkable inner strength.
I really don't know whether you saved the world in your past life and came to collect the debt in this one.
I've seen people gain seventy or eighty years of inner strength in an instant, then encounter further opportunities and come to possess nearly two hundred years of inner strength, with few rivals in the world.
I've also seen people stumble into learning divine arts and gain formidable inner strength, likewise becoming nearly unmatched in the world.
But the inner strength they gained ultimately belonged to others and bore others' imprints. When they tried to break into higher realms, those imprints became fatal threats.
But you, foolish boy, are different. This is pure, authentic inner strength transformed from medicinal power. This is the foundation for you to far surpass your peers in the future, the foundation for surpassing your seniors and predecessors."
Gu Hui kept looking Guo Jing up and down, his face filled with envy. He truly couldn't compare to a protagonist.
In the Smiling Proud World, he had struggled bitterly, racked his brains plotting and calculating, trained through the coldest days of winter and the hottest