Recognition from different people brought different feelings.
If some ordinary rogue cultivator ran up to Shaking Light and said he thought highly of him, claiming he would surely achieve greatness in the future, Shaking Light would not have felt the slightest stir. He might even have thought the other person was insane.
But when Qin Sheng said something similar, it became an entirely different matter.
Shaking Light had only fought Qin Sheng once, but after that single defeat, his world had gone dark. From then on, he had lived beneath Eastern Immortal's shadow, until eventually he could not even see his back.
No matter how diligently he cultivated, he could never catch up to Qin Sheng. He could only watch helplessly as the gap between them grew wider and wider. That feeling was utterly despairing.
Especially since, throughout this period, Qin Sheng had interacted with Big Moon and the others, yet had never even looked at Shaking Light. That undoubtedly made him feel slighted and ignored.
Was I really that useless?
Now that Qin Sheng, as someone who had severed the Dao, suddenly praised him so highly, Shaking Light strangely felt somewhat flattered.
The Saint Son valued me.
"Among all the younger disciples in the Holy Land, you are the one I think most highly of. You are capable, and everyone in our branch supports you. That is why we insisted on having you stand for Saint Son."
Qin Sheng said seriously, "It would be fine if no one challenged you for the position afterward. But if someone does step forward, I hope you will not disappoint us."
"In a battle among those of the same realm, I am confident I am inferior to no one," Shaking Light said gravely.
Did that include this Saint Lord as well?
Qin Sheng