"Back where I come from, we have a saying: black cat or white cat, a cat that catches mice is a good cat."
Hearing Chen Ping's words, Electrolux let out a long breath.
It was as though he wanted to breathe out the last trace of frustration that had clogged his chest for all these years.
"I believe you. I believe that saying came from your hometown, rather than being something you made up to fool me."
"Judging by what you just said about actually taking a master whenever you enter a new field, you and the people back home have carved pragmatism into your very bones."
Electrolux's voice was thick with feeling, as well as satisfaction with this new student of his, Chen Ping.
Tang Ya glanced at the sky outside, a trace of loneliness showing on the face that had once always been full of smiles.
Lately, her life had consisted almost entirely of traveling between two points: classroom, dormitory, dormitory, classroom. She never lingered outside or left the academy.
Leaving the classroom building, she hurried toward the dormitory, seemingly turning something over in her mind as she walked.
In fact, Tang Ya knew perfectly well that, being a year younger than Bei Bei and already close to becoming a Soul Ancestor, her cultivation speed had far surpassed that of every sect master apart from the Tang Sect's founding ancestor, Tang San.
Even so, this level of cultivation was still not enough to support her revenge.
Bei Bei had finished competing, but he had only managed to have someone bring her a message.
He said he was currently preparing for the Inner Court Assessment under a dean's guidance, having been granted an exception to take it a year early, and could not spare the time to keep her