"There's no need to worry about anything. Sure, it's odd that you get tired so quickly during cultivation, but your progress is swift, so taking a break isn't a bad idea." Mr. Fan shook his head with a chuckle and said to Yang Fan.
Even he felt speechless about this situation, his brain couldn't quite figure out which direction to think in order to come up with a plausible answer. After wandering through half a lifetime, he'd never encountered something so bizarre.
Yang Fan didn't think too much of it himself. He felt that constantly improving was a good thing, even if it was a little slower, he could accept it. He had never considered himself extraordinarily gifted.
For as long as he could remember, Yang Fan had always believed deep down that he was just a normal guy—an ordinary person as ordinary as it gets.
"Master, someone with my aptitude... Would you say it's pretty decent?" Yang Fan asked.
