"How are you so lucky?"
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun gritted her teeth. "If you'd transformed into a low-grade Yang Spirit, I'd have sympathized with you!"
"If you'd transformed into a mid-grade Yang Spirit, I'd have thought it was normal!"
"If you'd transformed into a high-grade one, I'd have been surprised and happy for you."
"But why did you have to transform into a supreme-grade Yang Spirit?"
"Heaven is unfair!"
"Fate is unfair!"
"I've struggled for decades, and I'm still only a high-grade Yang Spirit!"
"How many years have you struggled? Why did you get supreme-grade?"
"Why couldn't you have hidden your grade and spared me this jealousy!"
"Junior brother, feel my heart. My heart-it's being twisted by a knife!"
Wang Quan passively felt his round-faced senior sister's conscience beneath her breast. He felt no knife-twisting sensation; instead, it felt cool and soft.
"Senior sister, haven't you always said you hoped my cultivation would be higher and my life would be better?"
"My accomplishments are decent enough. You should be happy!"
His round-faced senior sister sounded aggrieved. "But your accomplishments are too great, and your life is too good!"
"I can't feel happy. All I feel is jealousy."
Wang Quan...
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun sighed, looking at Wang Quan as though he were a monster. "Your talent for cultivation is incredible!"
"What a shame you ended up in the Drowning Dao!"
"If you'd gone to any of the eight hundred side sects, you'd definitely have had hope of becoming an immortal someday."
Wang Quan smiled and said nothing.
He should have gone to one of the hundred and eight Orthodox Mystic Sects.
Unfortunately, he'd missed his chance!
But... so what if he'd missed it?
As long as he worked hard, as long as he struggled, and most importantly, as long as