"So!
Don't make things too difficult for the older brothers and sisters, Elder!
Otherwise, the pressure will be too much and they'll perform poorly. That wouldn't look very good."
As Cheng Benhai spoke, he deliberately drew out his words, his little eyes slanting toward Cheng Xiang and the others. That tiny adult expression of "I know, I know it all" was both irritating and amusing.
"Xiaohai is absolutely right!"
Cheng Qing'er immediately hopped out to lend her support, planting her little hands on her hips with an expression of exasperation at their failure to meet expectations.
"They've eaten spiritual rice for so many more years than we have, cultivated for so many more years, and even have divine abilities personally taught by Ancestor. Dealing with three Demonic Beasts of the same rank should be as easy as turning over one's hand, shouldn't it?
Yet they're still dawdling about. If you ask me, it's because they usually aren't diligent enough in their cultivation!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
The other children joined in the heckling. Children's words knew no restraint, yet every word struck straight at the heart.
"Qing'er is right!
If I had their cultivation, forget one against three—even if five came at me, I wouldn't be afraid!"
"I think Ancestor has been too nice to them normally!"
"Maybe they aren't even as brave as we are!"
The chattering discussion was like a flurry of fine needles, pricking into the hearts of the young Mortal Cultivators.
Cheng Fayan in particular, whose temperament had always been impatient and fierce, felt a rush of hot blood shoot straight to the crown of his head. His face reddened, and his clenched fists cracked.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he opened his tiger eyes wide and was about to stride forward to boldly accept the challenge.