Yang Zhen felt that when a Saint Realm powerhouse transcended tribulation, it should at least take ten days or half a month. He had not expected the master of the Pure Spring Saintess to catch up so quickly.
And she was chasing after him fiercely all by herself.
Hearing the words of the Pure Spring Saintess's master, Yang Zhen turned his head and ran.
He had to run; with his current strength, he could defeat a Saint Realm powerhouse, but facing a true Great Saint, if he ran slowly, his future days would become dark and without sunshine.
In the world of cultivation at the beginning of Heaven and Earth, what was the most valuable?
Talent was the most valuable, especially talent like Yang Zhen—that was the most valuable of all.
As Yang Zhen ran, he felt extremely smug; the smug expression on his face was almost indelible.
