"Ah!?" Zhang Fan was taken aback. He sensed slightly, and the old man's aura was weak, at most just in the realm of the Spirit Department, still far from High Skill.
At first, Zhang Fan thought this old man's cultivation had reached the realm of Returning to the True, so high as to be near the ordinary.
Now, it seemed he was simply weak.
"Little one, who told you that being older or having a higher rank necessarily meant being a master?" The old man in gray robes said with a smile.
"This..."
Zhang Fan curled his lips; he really had jumped to conclusions.
"Most people in this world are mediocre. In the Daoist Sect, cultivation speaks of natural talent, understanding, and destiny... most people live mediocre lives, and in the end, achieve nothing, just like me."
As he spoke, the old man in gray robes squinted his eyes slightly, as if recalling his own life's experiences.
"Mediocrity and ordinariness are the norm in life."
"I only managed to live long."
