Feng Jun felt a bit guilty about Zhang Caixin, but Gu Jiahui was the one who felt challenged.
She timidly asked, "Then, Brother Jun... Is Sister Caixin's talent better than mine?"
"Hey, hey," Zhang Caixin objected, "what's this 'Brother Jun'? You should call him Master!"
Feng Jun didn't answer directly; instead, he tried to embody the demeanor of a Master, "Talent is only one aspect; it can determine your starting point but not your end. Fate, inheritance, cause and effect, effort... these are all very important."
"If talent alone determined one's future, then no one would need to cultivate; we would just compare talents, right?"
Gu Jiahui nodded seriously, "I get it; no matter what my talent is like, I have a cultivation technique that fits me, so my fortune is still quite good... Is my understanding correct?"
Feng Jun didn't know what to say and could only glance apologetically at Zhang Caixin: I will try my best to find you a Water System Cultivation Technique later.
