Once again, the season of fireworks and spring blossoms had arrived. The vigorous breath of spring painted the whole land in patches of green.
Hailar watched the people passing by, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful smirk as his arrogance showed plainly. He had every reason to be proud. From the moment he was born, his family and even the entire city had regarded him as a once-in-a-century genius. He displayed extraordinary cultivation talent at the age of three, and at four he broke through the mortal barrier and cultivated a trace of void power. From then on, he advanced by leaps and bounds. By twelve, he had reached the tenth level of Void Dust Power. This talent was enough to make him and his family proud, not just throughout the city, but across the entire empire. At thirteen, a chance encounter allowed him to inherit a sulfur-gold-tier Void Seed, the Crimson Flame Lion God. He became the youngest Void Warrior in the empire's past century. After three more years of arduous cultivation, he reached the mid-stage of the Void Ascension Realm and was admitted to the Empire's Void Emperor Academy without taking the entrance exam. He was a genius, and who else could possibly compare?
Great, great, great