Tu Sheng fell silent; he was somewhat shaken.
"Actually, I know you don't really find me repugnant. You just can't admit that you're inferior to me, can't admit that I'm better than you, right?" Tang Rao said.
Tu Sheng glared, but didn't retort.
He didn't know how Tang Rao had perceived it, but it was the truth.
On one hand, he admired Tang Rao, admired Tang Rao's talent and wisdom; but on the other hand, he hated Tang Rao's excellence, hated that he was better than himself in everything.
"In this world, there are plenty of clever people, countless with great talents. Do you intend to hate each one? Such behavior is not befitting a clever person. Moreover, everyone's cleverness is different; I am good at strategizing, and you are good at research—strictly different fields. In the matter of Death Energy Puppet research, I never felt I was superior to you because in that regard, your talent far surpasses mine," Tang Rao said, each sentence honest and heartfelt.
