Seeing Lu Zheng's nonchalant and humble expression, and then looking at Si Lingxi's indifferent demeanor, Dongyangzi finally noticed the similarity between the two: they both didn't care about others' opinions.
This state of mind was quite normal for Si Lingxi, and also for Zen Master Dejie and himself because they stood at the peak of this world, indifferent to fame and fortune, free from desires, naturally possessing a mindset untouched by external things.
But such a mindset, he truly hadn't encountered in a young person like Lu Zheng.
"Quite remarkable, no wonder you have such Dao Practice. Even back when Qingsong was here, he didn't possess such a mindset," Dongyangzi praised.
These words, however, slightly embarrassed Lu Zheng, who quickly replied modestly, "Master Ancestor overpraises me, disciple is unworthy."
"Worthy, indeed." Dongyangzi sipped his tea, thinking to himself that Lu Zheng had even tamed a three-thousand-year-old Fire Phoenix. What couldn't he be worthy of?
