"Shen Moyan is on the third level of the foundation stage. His ranking in this year's spiritual power test is: at the bottom."
The spiritual light on the test stone tablet was as bright as a firefly in a latrine, flickering on and off, lingering for a while. The laughter around me was like knives scraping against bones. I had long been accustomed to this sound, but I still clenched my fists unconsciously and dug my nails into my palms.
"Tsk tsk, it's been three years, and you've climbed from the first floor to the third floor of the foundation building stage. Shen Moyan, are you a tortoise in the world of immortality?"
"Don't insult the turtle. The turtle's lifespan is much longer than his. It can live for at least hundreds of years."
"I heard that the college will clean up resource occupiers next quarter. I'm afraid this 'thousand-year-old foundation-building old monster' will pack up and leave."
I lowered my head and stared at the toes of my shoes. The soles were worn out, exposing the toes underneath. I didn't dare to look up because when I did, I would see my mentor Pei Yuanzhou's face with a false smile. That face made me sicker than the ridicule.
"Quiet." Pei Yuanzhou raised his hand and pretended to cough, "Although Shen Moyan is making slow progress, he is still working hard after all. The most important thing in cultivation is persistence. Don't be too harsh."
That's really nice to say. If he didn't have the disgust and contempt that couldn't be concealed in his eyes, I would almost believe him.
"Qingyin, are you awake?" His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring a wounded bird.
I stared at him, my mind going blank for a second.
Not shocked, not angry, but wanting to laugh. Fate really likes to joke. A month ago, I was writing a script on the computer in a rental house and cursing him. As a result, his mother remarried my father, and this scumbag suddenly became my nominal stepfather.
