"So-called 'not bad'."
That meant Shen Yi really thought that way, without a single word of falsehood.
"This is what I don't understand,"
Brother Zhu retracted his gaze and squatted back down on the skeleton framework, quietly observing Shen Yi: "You actually really understood."
He had just exhaled a wisp of white mist.
Shen Yi was actually listening closely to the random thoughts within it; although he frowned slightly, he listened from beginning to end.
The same white mist, to Zhu Jue's ears, sounded like meaningless chirping and chattering.
"..."
Those with great talent lack the right temperament, and those who work their way up from the bottom usually lack talent and endure a shortage of life span.
It seemed very troublesome, like an unsolvable knot.
No wonder the Great Qian Dynasty had only produced thirteen Transcendent Cultivators from ancient times to the present.
Shen Yi returned the Jade Slip of the Lion Camel Method to the shelf.
