"Senior Brother Shen, I have reached the Golden Core stage and am here to help you!"
"Follow me."
In mid-air, holding a Spiritual Talisman, his body slightly trembling, Shen Ping's eyes are filled with shock, amazement, doubt, disbelief, and many other complex emotions as he watched Han Yi's departing figure, feeling an immense sense of unreality.
Fast.
Too fast.
From Han Yi's appearance, to drawing his sword and striking down, piercing the demon cultivator, eradicating the Evil Spirit, and leaving with both person and sword - all happened in the blink of an eye, not even a moment's breathe.
A phrase suddenly came to his mind, a phrase he had imagined when he first joined the Sect.
Powerful cultivators, vanquishing enemies with a snap of their fingers.
However.
