"Your words are absolutely right, Holy Son. Those of us blessed with a Super Physique must work even harder at cultivation and pursue the supreme Dao, leaving our peers far behind."
"Exactly. Not everyone possesses the Arctic Saint Physique like you, Holy Son, and enjoys preferential access to the sacred land's resources."
"Hahaha, we truly envy you. Unlike certain mediocre mortal physiques, who may never amount to anything more than this."
The prodigy children from the other minor factions lavished him with praise, seemingly already treating the Arctic Holy Son as a legend and the goal they would strive toward all their lives.
The Gray Wolf Young Master, however, was much more restrained and offered no mockery.
He was far cleverer than the Arctic Holy Son. Besides, his lineage's elders had expressly warned him not to offend the Ye Family's Young Master, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
As for the other children, they were children at heart, after all, accustomed to swaggering around with their noses in the air.
Knowing Ye Tian was only three, they assumed he could not understand their conversation and grew all the more insolent.
Yet Ye Tian's gaze was filled with pity as he looked at these children.
He sighed inwardly. Ah, they're just a bunch of children after all. Immature and utterly childish.
Although... he, too, was only a three-year-old brat now, the soul within him had lived two lives.
These children were far too obsessed with outdoing one another, sneering and mocking. Hah, how laughable.
Ye Tian had intended to remain silent rather than stoop to arguing with little brats, but his forbearance only fanned the arrogance of the Arctic Holy Son and the others.
They even approached Ye Tian to provoke him. "Ah, the illustrious Ye Family's Young Master is nothing