"Jiaoyang, you're here. Sit."
Mu Qingyun lifted his eyes to the young man before him and casually pointed to the nearby cushion. A flicker of emotion stirred in his gaze.
Long Jiaoyang was his personal disciple, and he had once placed great hopes in him.
Like Ye Tiandu, Long Jiaoyang had been famous when he first joined the sect. He possessed a Bodhi Spirit Body and extraordinary comprehension. No matter how difficult the Kunlun Divine Palace's cultivation arts were, Long Jiaoyang could master them in no time.
Back then, Long Jiaoyang had been the man closest to claiming the Kunlun Divine Palace's next sect-master seat. Even Ye Tiandu, with his Myriad Weapons Dharma Body, had fallen slightly short.
But, alas, Long Jiaoyang had a high-born talent and an even prouder disposition. He thought nothing of anyone and never took Ye Tiandu seriously. Once he decided the road ahead was clear, he gradually let up. He never expected Ye Tiandu to surge ahead later on and enter the Jie Realm first, bringing their rivalry to an end.
Though Long Jiaoyang still held a lofty position in the Kunlun Divine Palace, not a single disciple in the sect would compare him to Ye Tiandu anymore.
The Jie Realm and the Extreme Realm were separated by only one major realm, yet the difference between them was like heaven and earth, like clouds and mud.
As the saying went, one step behind meant a step behind at every turn. Junior Brother Long had fallen behind by one step, and could never hope to catch up.
By now, even Mu Qingyun had come to terms with it. Though he would have preferred his own disciple to ascend to the future sect-master's seat, he was ultimately the palace master, and the bigger picture had to come