Ye Xiaowei thought for a moment and said, "I am different from you."
Zhao Shisan was stunned; this statement seemed familiar. It was only a short while ago that it came from the mouth of this junior brother.
She suddenly fell silent, not because she thought Ye Xiaowei's words were too arrogant or confident. Instead, she thought about herself and the extraordinarily talented senior uncle.
Upon careful consideration, in this world of cultivation, everyone had their own way of life and practice. What was accepted by the masses might not apply to certain individuals.
After all, people were inherently different.
Although Zhao Shisan and Ye Xiaowei shared the same sect, they were just fellow disciples. In the vast Eternal Sect, with thousands of disciples, being from the same sect was not as significant.
Zhao Shisan shook her head, deciding not to think about it any further.