Jiang Lan lowered his head, not looking at Miao Yue.
The pressure was great, but there was no sense of danger.
His heart was calm as usual.
Of course, he had no chance of escaping if someone of this level were to attack him.
Therefore, he just waited patiently.
He wanted to see what this Martial Aunt of his was up to.
"Fast?" Miao Yue's voice carried a smile.
"Normally speaking, there aren't many people in Kunlun who manage to advance to the Essence Soul Realm within 150 years. Your cultivation speed is still too fast. "
Jiang Lan was puzzled. What did this mean?
Miao Yue returned to her seat to sit down before speaking again.
"As the only disciple of the Ninth Summit, you don't lack resources or guidance. The Ninth Summit is basically yours. So why did you advance so quickly? "
Jiang Lan looked up at Miao Yue. He seemed to understand now.
"Martial Aunt, you mean that you want me to hide my cultivation?"
