Yet You Mengde was still tangled up in all this...
By extension, You Mengde and his Underworld fell short of Tang Changsheng not because You Mengde lacked his ability.
Rather, Tang Changsheng had grown to this point like a weed in the wild, charging headlong through everything. For all the training You Mengde had received in the Immortal Sects, he was still a flower raised in a greenhouse.
That was the greatest difference between them. In experience and breadth of knowledge, You Mengde lagged far behind him...
That was why You Mengde himself, Tang Changsheng, and even onlookers like Gu Huanling all felt Tang Changsheng had the edge.
Of course, Tang Changsheng could hardly say any of that aloud. He could not very well tell someone exactly why he was better than him...
In fact, for a proud man like You Mengde to bring this up with Tang Changsheng under the influence of wine already meant he was admitting he fell short.
Tang Changsheng patted You Mengde on the shoulder. "Senior Brother You, you're overthinking it. I've always regarded Senior Sister Gu Huanling as a senior sister. Besides, back home, I already..."
"Junior Brother, that isn't what I'm talking about!" You Mengde was taken aback. "You don't need to hold back on my account..."
Tang Changsheng said calmly, "For cultivators like us, with our long lives and our pursuit of the Great Dao, how long can romance last? I may be unworthy, but that isn't where my interests lie."
You Mengde was taken aback once more. Just then, Gu Changyu came stumbling over with a jar of wine in hand and laughed. "So this is where you two were hiding! No wonder we couldn't find you anywhere. A penalty drink! A penalty drink..."
Tang Changsheng laughed, snatched the jar, and