Xia Xin touched his head awkwardly upon hearing Jiangli's words, "Perhaps it's because I'm not talented enough, and Master thinks I'm not fit to be seen in public."
"How good can your master's talent be?"
Jiangli's expression remained indifferent, "It's all the same. When his master brought him here, I didn't think much of him either."
Xia Xin: "..."
Suddenly, he didn't feel sad anymore.
It turned out that there were others like him, who were also looked down upon by the ancient ancestors.
Xia Xin cleared his throat, politely saying, "Master is still stronger than me..."
"Compared to my true disciple, you are far behind," Jiangli waved her hand dismissively.
Xia Xin asked curiously, "The disciple previously taken by the ancient ancestor, was he Master's grandmaster or great-grandmaster?"
Jiangli paused, "No."
Xia Xin exclaimed in surprise, "No?"
Jiangli looked out the window and said softly, "My disciple died a long time ago."
"...How did he die?" Xia Xin was taken aback.
