"Yes, no matter what, I can't keep up with those geniuses, like that person, what's the use of trying..."
His gaze fell on a young boy in his teens on the Martial Arts Practice Field.
The boy wore a vigorous outfit, his face handsome, and wielded a long spear with great energy, executing it in a way that anyone watching would acknowledge his exceptional martial skills.
Yet he was not favored by others at the academy.
Indeed, without comprehending the realm, one is insignificant compared to those who have understood it.
He was even labeled as "mediocre."
And this belittled person was none other than Wang Sheng.
After ten years of cultivation and training, even a mundane body had keen senses, able to clearly hear others' discussions.
But he did not care.
After practicing for a while, he put away his spear and left.
