"Xiaomeng, talent, opportunity, and disposition are all indispensable on the path of the Martial Dao. For Fang Han to have come from behind to surpass others, he must have his own remarkable strengths."
Wang Miao set down his teacup, his gaze calm as he looked at Wang Meng.
"As Martial Artists, we should seek to emulate the worthy, not drown ourselves in pointless comparisons and regret."
He paused before continuing.
"Besides, while the Celestial Pride List rankings can reflect one's strength to an extent, they aren't absolute. I've been busy consolidating my foundation recently and haven't made many moves, so it's only natural that my ranking has slipped."
"Fang Han's momentum is at its peak right now; it's no surprise his ranking has climbed."
His tone held no jealousy or resentment, but rather a sense of magnanimity and confidence.
Wang Meng's lips twitched at his words. She eventually lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
"I just... I just feel like..."
