"I didn't say that he was lying. It's just that his strength is too low, so no one can believe it! Do you think a third level refiner would deal with a Mystic? Is this real?" The sect master asked.
"That's ..." Qing fell silent-this was a bit of a blow, but the sect master was telling the truth. Even the second level refiner was very proud, let alone a third level refiner. He would only show respect to the elders and the sect master-he didn't even care about the others.
"Aunt Qing, let's go back." "Time to rest!" The sect master said faintly.
"Ling Yi ... I wonder if he can hold on? According to the reports of the disciples patrolling nearby, he hasn't left, nor has he eaten anything or taken any spirit medicine. I really don't know how much perseverance he has to persevere until now?" Qing was sighing, but there was a hint of praise in her words.
"I know. If he faints, aunt Qing, you can go and see him." The sect master said helplessly.
