Liu Bai curved the corners of his lips.
"I've broken through to a Title Douluo now, so of course my closed-door cultivation took a little longer."
"A Title Douluo?!"
Dugu Yan's voice pitched up an octave, and she nearly jumped in place.
"You—weren't you just a Soul Saint before? How are you already a Title Douluo? How long has it even been?!"
She bent her fingers to count, the shock on her face growing deeper.
"Half a year? No, no, your cultivation speed is just too absurd! I worked so hard to just barely break through to a Soul Emperor, but you—you jumped straight to a Title Douluo!"
Looking at her puffed-up, indignant expression, Liu Bai reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulder and said softly, "Don't rush, take your time. You'll catch up too."
Dugu Yan let out a hum of annoyance, though she didn't shake off his arm.
"I'm not comparing myself to you. Comparing yourself to you is just asking for a headache."
"How did you break through so fast? Did you run into some kind of fortune again?"
Liu Bai thought for a moment. Dugu Yan was one of the people closest to him, and there was no need to keep certain things from her.
"I obtained a divine inheritance."
He spoke softly.
Dugu Yan froze.
"A divine inheritance?"
She blinked, clearly unfamiliar with the term.
Liu Bai explained, "It's the inheritance of a deity. The God of Fire took a fancy to me and bestowed the Nine Trials of the Fire God. As long as I pass all the trials, I can inherit the God of Fire's divine seat and become the new God of Fire."
Dugu Yan was stunned.
She stared at Liu Bai with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing,