"Yang Zhen's talent is exceptional, among all the prodigies I've seen, he's one of the strongest. I'm afraid only the Flower Tower Master of Changyue Tower could stand a comparison with him."
When Princess Changyang and others arrived at the mountain top, they heard Luo Yan's words right away and were startled, their expressions filled with astonishment.
Su Qingyu, in particular, seemed thoughtful, glancing in the direction Yang Zhen had departed.
"This... Isn't Elder Luo's praise for Yang Zhen a bit too high?" Fang Shenhe stared wide-eyed and tongue-tied. His previous arrogance and self-importance vanished, replaced by shock and incredulity.
These genius disciples of the Great Sects always looked down on others. While they would not despise everyone else, few could catch their eye.
Even Yang Zhen, who was initially regarded as a mere lucky disciple from a minor sect with an eccentric character, was seen as a jerk by the majority.
