When Lin Jin returned to the villa, the midday sunlight filled the courtyard, and the branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze.
He glanced at the mess in the courtyard and decided to leave it alone for now and make himself a cup of tea first.
Leaning back on the sofa with his teacup in hand, he recalled the two battles of the past two days.
Tuoba Zhan and Zhao Ming were undoubtedly among the best of the younger generation he had met. Tuoba Zhan's Tyrant Blade had already touched the threshold of blade force. Although Zhao Ming's spear intent was still immature, once that pure, unrelenting drive had been tempered to maturity, his future would be boundless.
More importantly, both had decent temperaments. After his clone had completely shut down Tuoba Zhan's three saber strikes, Tuoba Zhan had not flown into a humiliated rage. Instead, he had laughed and admitted defeat.
Zhao Ming had not fallen apart after being crushed by Genjutsu, either. Instead, he had recognized his own shortcomings through it. In the Hokage World, both would have been at Kage Level.
If they did not die young, breaking through to the Transcendent Stage Realm was a certainty.
Yet the Awakened of this world were like those members of the Paranormal Bureau. Most had clawed their way up from the bottom, without family resources piled upon them or the support of bloodline power. They even had to risk their lives to save up enough points to exchange for a decent cultivation method.
Someone like Zhou Yan counted as lucky, since Lin Jin had exchanged for an S-Rank cultivation method for him. But what about the other commoner Awakened?
On the path of the Awakened, people had never stood at the same starting line.
Although that kid Zhou