After Lin Yu brought everyone back to the Guardian Office, Ji Xuejun, the most talented among them, was the first to wake up not long after.
"Hm?"
Sensing Ji Xuejun's suddenly stronger aura, Lin Yu could not help letting out a soft sound of surprise before smiling.
Ji Xuejun stood up and stretched lazily. The movement made her curvaceous figure even more eye-catching. Then, in a flash, she sat beside Lin Yu, unceremoniously picked up the tea he had prepared, and drained it in one gulp.
"Senior Sister, congratulations. As expected of the person said to have the best chance of becoming an Emperor. You've already reached the eighth rank—impressive!"
Hearing this, Ji Xuejun set down her cup and could not help rolling her expressive eyes at Lin Yu.
"You're sure you're not making fun of me? Compared to you, I'm practically a joke. When I was at the seventh rank, you were only at the second. Now that I'm at the eighth rank, look at what level you are!"
"Uh!"
Lin Yu immediately looked awkward. Indeed, compared to his own rate of improvement, Ji Xuejun's progress did seem a little unimpressive.
But only he knew the truth of his own situation. Lin Yu knew very well that without the system, he could never have attained his current strength. Apart from the few levels he had cultivated himself, the system had practically forced all the rest of his levels up.
Ji Xuejun was different. Every bit of her strength had been earned through genuine cultivation. Reaching her current level at her age—while perhaps not unprecedented—definitely placed her among the finest figures in Blue Star's history. So Lin Yu's admiration had not been misplaced at all.
"All right, I was joking. You're a monster, kid. I can't be bothered comparing myself