Yue Wuwei sighed: "Unexpectedly, you broke through now, faster than me, and officially surpassed me. Congratulations, Zhang Han, you are really good."

"Why doesn't it sound like a compliment?" Zhang Han laughed.

"Old Yue is obviously envious." Mengmeng said seriously: "Xiao Nao, I feel that if Old Yue's beard is cut off, maybe he can practice faster."