Playoff

"Senior Brother, since you were able to catch Master's eye and be taken under his wing, you must have something extraordinary about you."

"As one of the Seven Sons of Jade Clarity, Master's judgment could never be poor."

"Perhaps right now, because of timing and the cultivation environment, you've temporarily fallen behind, Senior Brother, but I believe that later on, you will definitely advance to the Spirit Wandering Realm, come from behind, and surpass them!"

Shen Changchuan spoke up to comfort him.

Hearing this, Hong Yang fell silent for quite a while before he finally sighed and said, "I hope it will be as Junior Brother says!"

In truth, as a "senior" who had lived several decades longer than Shen Changchuan, those who could reach the late stage of the Ninth Level of Out-of-Body Realm were basically all people of steadfast temperament.

Why would he need comfort from a young junior like Shen Changchuan?

The reason it was like this

was only that Shen Changchuan's own performance was too heaven-defying, to the point that Hong Yang suffered a heavy blow.

He only felt as if he had lived these past few decades in vain, unable to compare even to a young junior brother, and that was why, before Shen Changchuan, he had for a moment revealed such a dispirited state of mind.

There was no helping it.

He, Hong Yang, could also be considered a minor genius.

Someone who could be valued by Roaming Dragon, one of the Seven Sons of Jade Clarity—how bad could he be?

Only now, in this grand competition, he could not even make it into the semifinals' top two hundred.

By contrast, that little junior brother who had only later entered the master's tutelage, and whom Hong Yang had even watched grow up, had not