Arriving at Just the Right Moment

Seeing that this mysterious cultivator was still speaking so modestly, the cultivators who had come over after hearing the commotion to offer support all began chiming in.

"Senior Brother, being too modest is no fun."

"Exactly. With that technique of riding the wind, condensing water, and turning it into swords, I'd say it took no less than three to five years of hard work."

"Stop pretending. If it were you, could you reach that level in ten years?"

As the saying went, everyone helped carry the flower-decked sedan chair. Most cultivators had a habit of praising one another in their dealings.

After all, reputation largely spread through word of mouth. Once enough people repeated something, it would naturally diverge from the original facts. That was inevitable.

And just how many benefits a good reputation could bring cultivators was something many understood perfectly well.

Not to mention that this cultivator's methods truly were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns among his peers.

As one of the foremost sects in this field, the Myriad Clouds Sect had seen far too many geniuses.

Precisely because of that, their praise for someone genuinely skilled came from the heart and could not be called excessive.

More importantly, this mysterious genius was not only young, but also clearly understood the art of mutual praise.

"Senior Brothers flatter me, truly flatter me. This is merely a divine ability I only just comprehended. How could I deserve such praise?"

Just look at how he handled flattery.

Most favored talents had their noses stuck so high in the air that a nod in response to the praise of ordinary fellow disciples counted as a pleasant expression. Yet this man not only remained modest, but did not carry even the slightest airs of a superior.

Bai Youlou nodded