Liu Gong chuckled and shook his head as he spoke, "To compare Zhou Li with these weaker flowers is to insult him. He has seen blood, slain monsters, and even people; you may not necessarily best him."
"Sigh, I know,"
Cen Zhu felt somewhat powerless as she put down the roll call, rubbing her brows in distress, "I just don't understand why the gap between people can be even greater than that between people and animals. Yun Baibai is also only twenty years old, yet she is several levels stronger than my students, in both mind and strength... Sigh."
"That's normal,"
Liu Gong said without lifting his head, "The Divine Shaman of the Nuoxi play is an existence even the Dragon Vein Clan covets, and with Yun Baibai's resolve firmer than metal and stone, not to mention those misshapen fruits in the Imperial Academy, even the noble ones in Capital City's First Hall who deem themselves the favored of heaven cannot compare to her."
"Sigh."
