Yu Shengyan suddenly felt a bit wounded. Though he had spent these past ten years traveling here and there, he hadn’t dared to neglect his training, not even for a day. Now he was only in his early twenties but had already attained the Fenglin Scriptures’ fourth stage. In the jianghu, he was considered one of the few martial experts of the younger generation, so he’d been quite satisfied. But now it seemed his shizun saw no merit in any of this.
