To maintain their lofty image, they treaded on thin ice. To preserve their image as heavenly prodigies, they secretly put in ten times the effort of others.
There was no such thing as absolute talent. Without hard work, even the finest talent would be wasted.
The world envied their talent, saying their starting point was someone else's endpoint—but who knew how much they had paid for it?
Every heavenly prodigy was like this. Not only were they outstanding themselves, but behind the scenes, they put in ten, even dozens of times more effort than others.
Otherwise, they could never have achieved so much.
But what about now? They had still become someone else's foil.
Now, the person on their side who bore the Demon Domain's fortune had already been decided: Ye Lin. No one could shake his position, so they could only take it easy.
When the time came, they would naturally step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm. With enough effort, they might hope to become Golden Immortals. As for Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, or even Great Luo Transcendence, they had never considered it.
Their talent was indeed excellent, but reaching such realms was not something talent alone could accomplish.
Hard work, talent, temperament, fortune, and opportunities—none could be lacking.
"What's that?"
Suddenly, Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. Thousands of figures were rushing toward them through the sky.
Once they saw clearly, the four of them rose to their feet at once, and the smell of alcohol vanished from their bodies in that instant.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin?"
After seeing clearly, Lin Yi's face filled with confusion. Hadn't Fellow Daoist Ye Lin led the main force to fight in the Northern Continent? Why had he suddenly appeared here again?
"We pay our respects