Xu Changqing fell silent.
It was not that he did not know how to answer. He simply could not be bothered to answer.
In terms of aptitude, he truly was inferior to the other man.
In terms of comprehension, he truly was inferior to Pei Mo.
In terms of talent, he truly was inferior to Chu Qiu.
In terms of steadiness, he truly was inferior to Qin Baili, who had lain low for a hundred years.
But so what?
Cultivation was not judged by those things alone!
The one with the best aptitude would not necessarily survive to the end.
The one with the highest comprehension would not necessarily survive to the end.
The one with the greatest talent would not necessarily survive to the end.
Nor would the steadiest person necessarily survive to the end.
The gap between the two of them had long ceased to be a matter of cultivation level.
It was like an ant asking an elephant, "Why can you flatten an entire mountain with one stomp?"
But the elephant could not answer, because even if it explained, the ant would not understand!
So Xu Changqing chose silence.
No response was the best response.
"You..."
Li Lingbi looked at that expressionless face, and his surging emotions gradually calmed.
He was not a fool.
Rather than questioning Xu Changqing, what he had just said had been a question for the heavens, for fate, and even for himself.
The resentment of several thousand years had piled up in his heart. Today, he had merely found an outlet to vent it.
Everyone knew perfectly well that Xu Changqing had never relied on luck to reach where he was today.
Back when he was at the Dongting Immortal Sect, he had already been capable of cultivating Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice.
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