That night, Cangsong summoned his two disciples and earnestly, repeatedly told them to stick close to the disciples of Big Bamboo Peak whenever they had nothing else to do. Whatever they ate, they should eat too. They must not be thin-skinned or feel embarrassed; everyone was fellow disciples of the same sect, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about, and so on—words that were completely out of character for him.
Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu stood with their mouths hanging open, never once managing to close them.
After they were finally allowed to leave, the two stood outside Cangsong's tent, still unable to react for a moment.
"Senior Brother! Has your cultivation improved?" Lin Jingyu reached up, lifted his jaw, closed his mouth, then asked Qi Hao beside him.
Qi Hao nodded, then shook his head.
"It improved, but I'm still at the same level as before."
As he spoke, he sighed. They had personally seen the disciples of Big Bamboo Peak withstand the Ghost King head-on. Under that kind of pressure, they had broken through one after another.
"Azure Clouds has no disciples stronger than them!" Qi Hao sighed. In his heart, he knew that in terms of aptitude, aside from Tian Linger and Luo Yunji, the other disciples of Big Bamboo Peak could only be called ordinary, and Zhang Xiaofan's aptitude was so poor he was practically unrelated to cultivation.
Yet it was precisely this bunch of people who had left elite disciples from the various branches like them far, far behind!
When he had studied arts at Big Bamboo Peak, he had also seen how the disciples there cultivated. It could be described as both casual and self-torturing.
They cultivated whenever they wanted. Disciples of the other peaks all had fixed time periods for cultivation, because