Wen Jiaren depressingly propped her face up with her hand, "With such great conditions, it's hard not to be outstanding. We're both called Jiaren, but why is fate so different? I'm an orphan; she's a princess. Not to mention, she started in this field more than ten years earlier than me, leaving me in the dust, sigh!"
Talking about her background inevitably made her think of the parents who abandoned her, making her feel sad.
Mu Qian frowned slightly, turning her face towards him with his large hand, "Look into my eyes. In my heart, you're a hundred times more outstanding than Ye Jiaren. You're only a step behind her despite missing more than ten years of cultivation."
"Easy for you to say, one step is a world of difference."
Wen Jiaren lifted both hands and pinched each side of Mu Qian's face, playfully tormenting him, "When I'll step into the Ninth Level is still an unknown."
"Your courage is getting bolder these days."
