"Ji Jue—"
Lou Feng's face went pale as he clenched his teeth, unable to bear such humiliation. Just as he was about to turn away, he heard Ji Jue's soft sigh.
"Because it was only when I shook hands with you that I realized we are the same. Both with two eyes and one nose, both apprentices, both part of Ashes, walking on the same path, no difference at all.
The gap between us isn't that insurmountable either, right?"
Ji Jue finally smiled, without mockery or disdain, just solemnly telling him, "To this day, I still think so."
The starting line is always beneath our feet.
Both part of Ashes, this desire for progress and ascent—what's the difference?
But the difference lies in that I've already run a stretch. Now, are you going to catch up, Lou Feng?
Lou Feng said nothing.
"Although I don't think that just because I've made a suggestion others must agree, I believe it's beneficial for both of us.
