Even if he and Qi Jian had the same talent, the xiuxing technique of Mountain Li’s Sword Sect was stronger than that of the Family of Tang’s. After a long time of xiuxinging, even the slightest difference would become a great disparity.
And there was the most important point.
He was lazier than Qi Jian.
Although he pushed himself very hard for the Ivy Festival to challenge Zhuang Huan Yu and didn’t even visit Chen Chang Sheng because of this, it was only for a few months.
He was the only son of a great family. Just like Zhuang Huan Yu said, he was born with a golden spoon in his hand. He was loved by his grandfather and lived a happy life. Even if he xiuxinged a little harder, his grandmother would rebuke the entire family. His maids would think of ways for him to slack off……
On the other hand, the disciplines of Mountain Li’s Sword Sect were mostly from poor families, and Qi Jian was no different.* Even if Tang Thirty Six thought with his foot, he knew that Qi Jian xiuxinged much harder than him. Although his opponent wasn’t even fourteen years old yet, his time spent meditating was probably much longer than his time spent meditating.