Wang Shan scratched his head sheepishly, "Hehe, just got lucky."
Lin Feng patted his shoulder and smiled, "Not bad. It seems that diligent cultivation is never wrong."
Wang Shan, to be honest, wasn't weak in strength, it was just because the Divine Wind Camp was filled with Seventh Grade and Eighth Grade Stars, which led to him being labeled as incompetent. Of course, his cultivation level might not be high since a Fifth Generation Disciple has barely reached the Ninth Layer of a martial master, which indeed isn't high. But his physical strength is great, probably due to constantly using a hoe to dig in the fields, his muscles are very firm.
Lin Feng might have understood the painstaking efforts of Old Ming. Of course, all this might be him overthinking, wishing for a mentor's acknowledgment. After all, Old Ming gave him a Soul Jade Stone, which clearly recognized his talent, while to Wang Shan, he gave only a hoe and a bucket for carrying water.
