Time flashed by. A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Of course, according to the time in the cultivation room, it hadn’t been a month but almost a year!

The world thought that Yang Ye was an extraordinary genius, a peerless one even, but that was actually not the case. He’d actually been cultivating for a long time. If the time he spent in the Primordial Pagoda was included, it would be at least around 200 years.

But An Nanjing was a true genius because she hadn’t cultivated in the Primordial Pagoda for long.

Yang Ye had always admitted that his talent was inferior to An Nanjing.

However, he didn’t lose to her when it came to hard work.

He’d been just a labor disciple, and he’d relied on endless hard work to climb all the way here.

When he thought about the past, Yang Ye was very well aware that hard work was more important than talent.

Of course, luck was even more important.

Sometimes, working hard your entire life may be incomparable to what some are born with. A good birth was the best!

Yang Ye shook his head and smiled when he thought of ...