For all her talk, Shang Qingzheng really could not bear to bite down. She ground her teeth a little, then let go.
Slowly leaning against Jiang Yang's shoulder, she said softly:
"You're progressing so quickly. In the blink of an eye, you're already about to break through to divine powers, while I'm still hovering between the middle and late stages of foundation establishment..."
She suddenly lifted her head to look at Jiang Yang.
"I keep feeling I won't be able to keep up with you."
Shang Qingzheng's cultivation progressed as though aided by the gods, but her pace had merely gone from walking to running. No matter how fast she ran, she could not catch someone who was flying.
By her own estimate, reaching foundation establishment peak would take at least another ten years. That was already astonishingly fast progress; an ordinary cultivator who broke through to foundation establishment at sixty would laugh aloud with delight.
And reaching the peak was not the end of it. Breaking through to the Purple Mansion was no simple matter and required cultivating secret arts. Her family's inherited cultivation method was not of the very highest order, but it still contained three secret arts. Even an optimistic estimate put mastering them at another ten years.
Just like that, twenty years would pass, to say nothing of any unforeseen events or injuries along the way. Only heaven knew how long it would take then.
"You don't need to chase after me. It's not as if I'll leave you behind."
Jiang Yang pinched her cheek, pulling up a soft little fold.
Shang Qingzheng grimaced, unable to get another word out. She could only reach up and pound his shoulder to make him let go.
Rarely seeing her wear such an expression, Jiang Yang burst out laughing.