Back on the first-floor sofa, Elder Lin's mouth was hanging open slightly with a look of astonishment over his face.
He was a little too stunned to react.
Such cultivation was possible?
Ascending just because one wanted to?
Nonetheless, before he could compose himself from the shock, he heard footsteps from the stairs—Jiang He was already coming downstairs.
"Brother Jiang He," he could not help exclaim at that, "Why… are you coming down already?"
"I'm done ascending."
Old Lin did a double take and asked, "You've just ascended, shouldn't you stabilize your cultivation?"
Even so, he regretted almost as soon as he asked that.
Stabilize, my foot!
Jiang He's aura went as deep as the oceans. Was there even a sign of the shakiness of a recent ascension?
