A person's reputation was like the shadow of a tree. He was the legendary perfect nascent Soul Stage expert. Those existences at the xuansheng stage were his opponents. In his eyes, these ordinary great circle nascent Soul Stage cultivators were nothing.
Lin Yi, on the other hand, was looking at Wang dianxing in the crowd, deep in thought. No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity. He was also a perfect nascent soul, but compared to Lin Yi and Huang xiaotao, he was obviously much weaker.
After all, the so-called perfect nascent soul of ordinary people was just a small mouthful of Star Ink milk when forming the nascent soul. At most, it was a fake perfect nascent soul. In the whole world, only Lin Yi and Huang xiaotao were generous enough to bathe in Star Ink milk. Only then were they truly perfect nascent souls.
