Mu Jingliang spoke up, worried that Su Yue might feel depressed. After all, Su Yue had always been the frontrunner; experiencing a sudden psychological drop was entirely possible.
"Rest assured, I'm not that fragile!
"Whether it's the Daoist sect, Wuda, or the Military Department, I'm always happy when the Divine Land gains another powerhouse. I wish Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang could break through to Grandmaster right now. That way, our Divine Land would suffer fewer casualties on the battlefield.
"Having an older brother who is stronger than me also gives me the motivation to cultivate," Su Yue said with a bitter smile.
He felt a slight sourness in his heart, which was only human nature. But Su Yue wouldn't go as far as becoming unrecognizable with jealousy—that would be too unseemly. Besides, the Divine Land's enemy was the Wet Realm; there was absolutely no room for internal friction.
