"Indeed, he is my elder brother from the main family." Hua Lin also showed a flash of pride in his eyes when he heard of the achievements. "If my brother continues like this for another hundred years, he will surely become a Golden Core Daoist Master!"
"Of course, such talent..." Lin Xin said with a hint of envy. He didn't envy their strength, but the ease with which they obtained it.
In comparison with these geniuses, every bit of his cultivation was drenched in blood and filled with hardship, struggling out from between life and death. The gap between people, sometimes, was just that vast.
"You should go back and rest." Hua Lin was obviously still injured and very tired, so he took his leave first.
Lin Luo also took the opportunity to leave and go back to practice his Inner Strength.
Lin Xin stood alone in the forest, with the camp right behind him.
The moonlight washed over everything.
