"Master, let me ask you, between me and the Saint of Huaxia, who do you think is more outstanding?"
After leaving the hospital, Li Yesheng entered a small forest nearby, dialed his master's number, a renowned figure in the Ancient Martial Realm whose mere stomp could cause tremors—Ji Yun.
As soon as the call connected, he bluntly posed this question.
On the other end, Ji Yun remained silent for a long, long time.
Ji Yun didn't understand why his disciple asked him this question, but he knew that while his disciple was talented, there was no comparison with the Saint of Huaxia. After all, that was a once-in-five-thousand-years saint!
However, he also understood that his disciple had a strong sense of self-esteem and high aspirations, unable to take any blows.
So, to not damage his disciple's self-esteem, he compromised with his conscience and replied with slight embarrassment, "You are quite good, maybe... a bit better than the saint."
