"No, if you could cultivate too, I might never surpass you." The middle-aged butcher said, looking at the man.
For mortals, a hundred years is a lifetime.
A hundred years were like a shooting star for this genius, who could only briefly shine in the Cultivation World.
The man just glanced at the protruding center and then walked out of the training ground.
Li Leihu walked over to the Zhongyuan butcher.
"Dad, you didn't lose unfairly." Li Leihu said.
"I've said it before, I can only be number two." The middle-aged butcher sighed, looking in the direction of the man's departure, with both admiration and regret in his voice.
"Well, now you've seen the most powerful puppeteer in the game, spend the rest of the time fighting well with your father."
"When you can fight with me back and forth, we'll take back the stage." The middle-aged butcher said confidently, always believing his son was the best.
