Su Zhou, however, just blinked.
He'd never paid much attention to the complex emotions others felt toward him. After all, it wasn't hatred, nor was it blatant jealousy. And even if it were, so what? 'It's impossible to go through life without being disliked by someone.'
But Ma Jing's words—his Blessing—carried such immense weight.
"Don't worry," Su Zhou said calmly to Ma Jing's retreating back. "You'll soon see me standing at the top—not just in this country, but in the entire world."
"Besides, who says hard work is useless? If you can progress your Cultivation to the Extraordinary level and form a Spiritual Qi Organ, then even someone with only a tiny fraction of Talent can gradually become a genius. Of course, that step is incredibly arduous and difficult. What I'm saying might just be a bitter pill to swallow; you could work your butt off and still get nowhere, since the chances of becoming Extraordinary are miniscule. But it's not impossible."
