Guangchengzi's figure vanished beyond the sea of clouds.
Duobao remained seated on the stone stool, toying with the empty teacup in his hand. His fingers unconsciously rubbed its rim, and his brows knitted together on his round face, as though he were digesting something that felt increasingly wrong the more he thought about it.
While Yellow Dragon and Guangchengzi had been talking, Duobao had sat beside them and listened.
From Chiyou's origins to Fuxi's reincarnation, from the merging of the Witch Race's fortune to the position of Human Emperor, he had listened with great interest.
But now that Guangchengzi had left, those words turned over and over in his mind. Suddenly, one sentence lodged in his throat like a fish bone.
"Junior brother Yellow Dragon."
Duobao abruptly raised his head, fixing his dark eyes on Yellow Dragon. A belated anxiety crept into his voice. "You said earlier that if Xuanyuan becomes the Human Emperor, senior brother Guangchengzi's gains will certainly far exceed mine. What did you mean by that? Are you saying his cultivation will surpass mine after he becomes a Quasi-Saint?"
Duobao's voice trembled as he asked.
He cared deeply about this. It was not petty jealousy, but rather that he and Guangchengzi were both chief disciples under the Three Pure Ones, one in the Interception Sect and the other in the Sect of Elucidation. From the moment they entered their sects, they had been placed on opposite sides of the scales and compared.
He had become the Teacher of the Human Emperor first and reached the Quasi-Saint realm first as well. That had made him quite proud!
But now, if Xuanyuan became the Human Emperor, how abundant would the merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao and the fortune flowing back to Guangchengzi as the Teacher of the Human