"I should give up, but you managed to transcend tribulation in just three hundred years."
"Could it be because of the poor feng shui of the True Spirit Sect?"
Cornelius concealed his smile, speaking with a hint of seriousness.
He understood there had been no progress for him, and he could somewhat guess why.
However, Milton Cheney's lack of improvement over the years puzzled him.
After all, in his view, Milton Cheney's talent was certainly not inferior to his.
"My Consciousness is deficient, and now I've reached the Limit of my Realm. Naturally, it's impossible for me to advance."
"Rather than expect me to advance, you might as well wait until you become an Immortal King and resurrect me, maybe then I can continue to improve."
Milton Cheney was quite frank about his situation, speaking offhandedly.
As for the second sentence, it was purely his joke.
