Time

Xiao Ming opened his mouth, seeming as though he wanted to say something.

But in the end, nothing came out. He could only smile bitterly.

Indeed.

For Xiao Fan, being a True Immortal's disciple was an opportunity countless cultivators could only dream of.

It was he who was being a little too sentimental.

"True..."

After pondering for a long while, that was all Xiao Ming could manage to say, dry and awkward.

After all, he did not even know what his little brother was doing. Even if he wanted to show concern, he had no idea where to begin.

"Don't worry, Brother. Master treats me very well," Xiao Fan said seriously.

Other than the trials he arranged being a little difficult, his master truly could not have treated him better as a disciple.

Cultivation techniques and divine abilities, cultivation resources, life-preserving methods...

Looking across the entire world—or, more precisely, across the Heavens and Myriad Worlds of the Chaos Sea—there were only a handful whose treatment in these respects surpassed his.

During the few words exchanged between the two brothers, the body-tempering chamber behind Xiao Ming had already finished cleaning itself. Its tightly sealed door opened amid streams of scorching hot air.

The mist-like body-tempering spiritual fluid flowing within began to heat up rapidly under the array's effects.

"Then... make sure you get plenty of rest."

His usual cultivation schedule at the Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Supporting Sect could already be considered among the most diligent.

That was also why, despite his average talent, his cultivation progress had not fallen behind.

But Xiao Fan's talent...

Not only had his cultivation surpassed his in just a few short years, but his divine abilities and methods had also become increasingly sharp and unfathomable.

Back when Xiao Fan had just broken through to the Nascent Soul realm,