"I alone am enough," Zhang Bin said confidently. Worried that his portrayal of Zhang Kai might overshadow the glorious image he had in Xiao Fang's mind, he added, "I started my cultivation ten years before my junior brother Zhang Bin, so I'm a bit stronger than him. However, my talent isn't as good as his. He'll surpass me soon."
"I knew my son was a once-in-a-lifetime cultivation genius." Mother Zhang immediately swelled with pride, her spirits soaring.
"Can't you be a little more modest?" Father Zhang complained from the side.
"Modest? Why should I be modest? My son is just that amazing, isn't that right, everyone?" Mother Zhang said proudly.
"Right, right, right!" The many villagers who had gathered to watch the excitement all chimed in loudly.
In their minds, Zhang Bin was the most talented youth, the pride of Sanchahe Village, and their idol.
Zhang Bin broke into a sweat, his face flushing with embarrassment. His mother's habit of showing off was getting worse.
