Feng Yingtian modestly waved his hand.
"Though I don't think I'm that bad myself, looking across the Xia Kingdom, there are quite a few geniuses no worse than me."
Feng Yingtian remained confident.
He did not even mention those stronger than himself, only those not inferior to him.
That was the pride of the top prodigies.
At this point, Feng Yingtian suddenly paused for a moment.
"Of course, when it comes to someone who could truly make us feel inferior, there is only that one person.
She really is too different.
Half a year ago, I thought I had caught up quite a bit.
But when I saw her, I never expected her to have improved again—and this time, by an enormous margin.
Those confusions regarding martial techniques and cultivation methods had been blocking the way for decades.
Yet she unraveled them all at once..."
As Feng Yingtian spoke, he let out a sigh.
There was a trace of helplessness in his tone—the helplessness of knowing he could never catch up.
Li Yuan found this somewhat familiar.
"Brother Yingtian, may I ask what this person is called?"
"Xia Zhao. You should have heard that name, right?
Although she keeps a low profile, many people still mention her.
In our family, Xia Zhao is that other people's child, always used as the standard to compare me against.
I originally thought I saw the slightest possibility.
But then she pulled away from me again..."
As Feng Yingtian spoke, he began to complain.
After being suppressed year after year, it was only natural for some resentment to grow in his heart.
"When you see Xia Zhao later, no matter how she performs, don't take it to heart.
We simply aren't people from the same world as her.
It is only natural to be