"When are you planning to enter the ninth awakening?"
Faced with Sun Yingxiong's understated boasting, Yu Mo decisively chose to ignore it.
"There's no rush."
"I'm still young. I can spend a few more years at this and still have time."
Sun Yingxiong spoke with a chuckle and took the opportunity to sit down in a chair.
"Are you worried about the Ink Pavilion?"
Yu Mo frowned slightly.
Sun Yingxiong nodded gently. "It can't be helped. Among the fourth generation... it's hard to find someone capable of shouldering the responsibility."
"A few of the old fellows in the third generation would be suitable, but they're all getting on in years. Not ideal."
"And after all, not everyone is like me, able to step into the ninth awakening with ease even while bogged down in miscellaneous duties."
"Ah..."
"Good people are easy to find, but heavenly prides are hard to come by!"
As he spoke, Sun Yingxiong let out a long sigh, full of disappointment.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room grew strange.
Yu Mo spent a long time choosing his words again before speaking. "Then how far do you think Elder Zhong is from the ninth awakening?"
"Him?"
Sun Yingxiong raised his eyebrows. A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips as he held his hands about a meter apart.
"Let's say this is the road from the eighth awakening to the ninth awakening."
"I'm already standing at the end of the road, ready to take that step at any moment. As for that old fellow Zhong Yushu, he's only..."
Looking a little torn, Sun Yingxiong kept adjusting his hands in the air until a gap of just over half a meter remained.
"Mm, he's still about this far away!"
"Little Zhong's talent really is exceptional. To have traveled