"Too terrifying... a nine-year-old Seven-Level Saint Craftsman..."
"I only broke through to Level Five Blacksmith at forty-five, and he became a Saint Craftsman at nine..."
"That gap is enough to make you despair."
Everyone discussed it, their eyes filled with emotion. They looked at Tang Wulin as though they were looking at a monster.
Just then, Mu Xi returned as well. Her face was somewhat pale, and there was a trace of dejection in her eyes.
She had just taken the Level Two Blacksmith assessment, but she had failed. She had never expected to fail. She had always believed herself to be an exceptionally gifted genius, but reality had dealt her a heavy blow.
She walked into the assessment venue and froze at the sight of the Seven-Level Saint Craftsman badge in Tang Wulin's hand. Her pupils contracted sharply, as though she had seen something inconceivable. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, only to find that she could not utter a single word.
"Mu Xi..." Tang Wulin noticed her expression and instinctively wanted to comfort her.
But Mu Xi shook her head, her voice somewhat hoarse. "You don't need to comfort me. I know I can't compare to you."
Tang Wulin fell silent for a moment before saying earnestly, "Mu Xi, you don't need to compare yourself to me. Ever since I was little, I've been unrivaled among those at my level, no matter the field. Comparing yourself to me will only make you lose confidence. You have your own path. As long as you keep following it, you'll definitely achieve something of your own."
Mu Xi froze. She looked at Tang Wulin, a complicated gleam flashing through her eyes. She had never expected this boy, three years her junior, to say something like that.
She remained silent