"It's that overpowered?"
Ye Tianling drew in a sharp breath.
"Master, it really is that overpowered. It's just like how I used to find you... utterly nauseating. I always thought I was exceptionally talented, with incredible Qi Fortune, and that I was always stumbling into great opportunities. But ever since I met you, Master, I've had the worst luck imaginable. I even ended up getting suppressed in a latrine pit... I know *exactly* what the Tianmo Saintess is talking about."
Wan Xuegui sighed deeply, overcome with emotion.
"Uhh—"
The expression on Ye Tianling's face instantly became priceless.
"Yes, sickening! That's exactly the feeling! That's why among Saint Sons and Saintesses, we generally avoid fighting if at all possible. No one starts a fight without absolute confidence, because it's just a sickening experience."
Long Tianmo's eyes crinkled with amusement as she looked at Wan Xuegui, obviously trying to stifle a laugh.
