"Uncle Jiu, when will Little Ruo be able to fly like Brother Rong?"
Just as Jia Yan praised Jia Rong, Jia Ruo, who was standing beside him and playing with stones using her Brainwave Power, looked dissatisfied and pointed at Jia Rong, who was happily flying in the sky, and asked.
"Little Ruo, don't rush. When you grow up, you'll be able to fly," Jia Yan replied to her helplessly.
"Then when can I be stronger than Brother Rong?" Little Ruo Ruo seemed to grow a bit smug after receiving Jia Yan's assurance.
"Uh..." Jia Yan didn't know how to answer.
To say she could surpass Jia Rong, that was absolutely impossible—even if Jia Rong couldn't surpass him, his bloodline was remarkably extraordinary. For Earth people to compare with him was basically out of the question.
But if he told her directly, Little Ruo Ruo would surely feel discouraged.
"Little Sister Ruo, my mother said you'll never surpass me," Jia Rong's voice called out with a cold snort from high above.
