"Luo Feng!"
Babata's shout suddenly rang out.
Luo Feng was startled by the shout. He sat up from the sofa in the villa's living room, then turned to look at Babata, who had suddenly appeared.
"Babata, what's wrong?"
"You're still resting here, while Fang Yi has already learned the Universal Language!"
"Huh?"
"What do you mean, 'huh'? He's learned more than half the Universal Language in my database. It won't be long before he masters all of it."
"That's terrifying. Even if Fang Yi didn't become a Martial Artist, he'd probably excel on another path—"
"You know that, so why aren't you hurrying up and cultivating?" Babata put his hands on his hips. His direct disciple was only cultivating half the day, and Babata thought he was far too lax.
"I've already cultivated for half a day. I deserve a rest. Don't compare me to Fang Yi. We grew up in different environments and think differently," Luo Feng said.
"The way he cultivates leaves him practically no time for entertainment or rest. I could never manage that."
"You—"
Babata's brows furrowed. He thought it over carefully and realized Luo Feng had a point.
That Fang Yi was practically a cultivation maniac, as if someone might attack and ambush him at any moment.
As if the whole world would eventually turn against him.
He had to cultivate quickly. Even a moment's delay could put his life at risk!
"Fine. Master already arranged your cultivation path, and you really can't be like Fang Yi. His cultivation is even more outrageous than Master's. His talent is incredible, too. He barely seems human. I even suspect he's a Special Lifeform."
"Does he know you say that about him?"
At the Elite Training Camp, on a day for instructors to teach, Fang Yi discovered that