True Man Lei Yan also emerged from the cabin and stood at the prow. "You are your master's only personal disciple. You're only a little over ten years younger than Daoyuan, and you began cultivating only a little over ten years later than he did.
Daoyuan has already reached the Nascent Soul Peak, while you have not even reached Peak Golden Core. Why aren't you cultivating properly?
Although the Demon Race dares not show itself now, danger still remains.
Without the Nascent Soul Realm, you cannot even protect yourself.
Ming Ting is your disciple, and he has already reached Early Golden Core.
When I told you to enter seclusion, it was because I hate to see iron fail to become steel."
Wang Daoyin was unconcerned. "My second brother is a genius seen once in ten thousand years. If not for this special physique of mine, I would merely be of middling talent.
Wouldn't comparing my cultivation speed to his just be asking for humiliation?"
True Man Lei Yan wore an expression of hating iron for failing to become steel, yet he said nothing further.
Before long, a sound came from his body. "Little Lei Yan, hurry up and let me out.
I haven't seen Big Brother for so many years. I miss him so much."
True Man Lei Yan had no way of dealing with this living ancestor, so he brought out the Violet Gold Exquisite Pagoda.
Linglong also flew out of the pagoda and landed on Wang Daoyuan's shoulder. "Big Brother, long time no see. Give me something to eat."
Wang Daoyuan drew out five strands of Rootless Fire and handed them to Linglong. "Not bad. Your strength has already recovered to Mid-grade Fifth-order."
The fellow swallowed all the Rootless Fire in one gulp. "It's only because little Lei