Shang Qingzheng naturally saw Jiang Yang's growing cultivation and progress, and felt both happy and a little wistful.
Back then, he had been nothing more than a little Qi Refining cultivator who had wandered onto Dawn Rain Peak by mistake. Only a few years had passed, yet he had already grown to this extent—now she even needed to catch up with him.
Leaving everything else aside, cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Realm was a matter of patient, painstaking effort, but Jiang Yang's speed of advancement was still nothing short of astonishing.
Listening to Shang Qingzheng's reflections, Jiang Yang could not help gently tightening his hold on her hand. If they were talking about who deserved the credit, the greater part truly did not belong to him.
Without the cultivation fed back to him from Shang Qingzheng's breakthrough, he certainly could not have reached the middle stage so quickly. It was simply inconvenient to tell her about the wondrous workings of "suitable Dao companion."
Jiang Yang smiled, then praised her from another angle:
"Isn't that all thanks to you? That Fortune Elixir remade me from the bones up and expanded my spirit apertures, letting me achieve twice the results with half the effort in cultivation. That's how I got where I am today."
Shang Qingzheng chuckled at his words.
"You certainly know how to gild my face. That was only a Fortune Elixir, not an immortal pill. How could it be as miraculous as you make it sound?"
Although Shang Qingzheng still felt that Jiang Yang was advancing a little too quickly, she did not dwell on it. After all, he was a direct disciple of the sect, with no shortage of elixirs or spirit treasures. If he was willing to spend the resources, advancing a little faster was perfectly normal.