Yue Jing sat high above, arrogance written across his face. He laughed loudly and said, "It was merely some treasure my uncle found for me. Not worth mentioning."
That was what he said—"not worth mentioning"—as though it were nothing at all.
Yet when those words reached the ears of certain people, they pierced straight through the heart.
Had they heard those words elsewhere rather than while seated here, their eyes would likely have reddened with envy.
If this was considered not worth mentioning, then what could possibly make him regard it highly? Such was the advantage of having family backing.
Others reacted quickly and flattered him. "Brother Yue is a heaven-sent prodigy. Even if all the treasures in the world were placed before you, how could they move Brother Yue?"
"Such steadfastness of mind is a model for our generation!"
A disciple with thick brows and large eyes leaped forward, his expression full of admiration as he praised Yue Jing, as though he truly believed every word.
After the first person stepped forward, some others who noticed sneered inwardly. Shameless!
Yet in the next instant, equally shameless praises spilled from their own mouths—words such as "model," "genius," "unmoved by external things," and "neither delighted by gain nor saddened by loss."
The entire hall was filled with fawning words. Though the young disciple remained silent and kept his proud bearing, the faint self-satisfaction in his brows and expression could not help but leak out.
As a result, some disciples flattered him even more vigorously.
After all, they had neither backing nor connections, nor any outstanding talent. If they wanted to advance another step in cultivation, what were a few flattering words? Cultivators had to be able to bend and stretch before they could glimpse the Great Dao.
"The treasure you mentioned