Feng Jun had originally felt somewhat sorry toward Zhang Caixin, but Gu Jiahui had been provoked.
She asked timidly, "Then, Brother Jun... is Sister Caixin's aptitude even better than mine?"
"Hey, hey," Zhang Caixin objected. "Why call him Brother Jun? Call him Master!"
Feng Jun did not answer directly. He tried to act like a proper master. "Aptitude is only one aspect. It can determine your starting point, but not your endpoint. Luck, inheritance, karma, effort... all of these are important."
"If aptitude alone could determine one's future, then nobody would need to cultivate. We could just compare aptitudes."
Gu Jiahui nodded solemnly. "I understand. No matter what my aptitude is like, I have a cultivation technique that suits me, so my luck is fairly good... Is that right?"
Feng Jun did not know how to answer. He could only glance apologetically at Zhang Caixin. I'll do my best to find you a water-element cultivation technique later.
Zhang Caixin merely smiled faintly, stepped forward, and wrapped an arm around Gu Jiahui's shoulders. "Little Hui, I'll teach you this cultivation technique. Do you trust Sister Caixin?"
Gu Jiahui broke into a brilliant smile. "Of course I trust you. If I can't trust Sister Caixin, who else can I trust?"
Ever since she had come to Luohua Manor, the person she got along with best had been Zhang Caixin. Everyone knew that.
Yet as she said this, she cast Feng Jun a subtle glance.
Feng Jun pursed his lips, feeling rather strange. Why do I suddenly get such a strong sense of a palace intrigue drama?
"Alright, listen to your sister," Zhang Caixin said, pulling her to her feet. "Go take a Body-Tempering Pill first. Oh, and bring some changes of clothes..."
That evening, there was a celebration for Xu Leigang's advancement