Only heaven knew what expressions those two would make if they learned the truth—that what had taken them two years to achieve, Michael had already surpassed in just three months.
Would it be disbelief? Outrage? Maybe an odd mix of admiration and jealousy.
Whatever the case, it would be colorful, that much was certain.
And the most ironic part?
Michael didn't even come from a cultivation family.
Not even one of the more common mortal families with minor supernatural connections.
No—his was a perfectly ordinary mortal family.
Before Michael awakened, the breadwinner of the household was his Aunt, a chef earning barely three thousand dollars a month.
A far cry from the limitless resources and political pull the boys across the room enjoyed.
The two boys kept their eyes on Michael for a while, exchanging quiet comments between themselves.
