"Attaining the Dao and becoming an Immortal—is that not a matter of course?"
"The Master of the Sect possesses the bearing of an Immortal; naturally, he is beyond comparison with ordinary individuals."
Zhao Huaizhen was filled with emotion.
His aptitude could already be considered top-tier in the world, with barely a handful of individuals able to match him, let alone surpass him.
And yet, even after advancing to the initial stage of Refining Void, he could still feel the arduousness of cultivation.
It was estimated that without thousands of years, he would be unable to step into Unity.
And that was under ideal circumstances.
If things went awry, requiring even ten thousand years wouldn't be unusual.
So, he had long since stopped comparing himself to peerless prodigies like the Master of the Sect. There was no point in such comparison.
