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Time flies, years pass by like a shuttle.
Peach Blossom Pavilion.
Fang Xi half-reclined under the peach blossom tree, picked up a bottle of wine, and casually poured a mouthful into his mouth.
Petals fell like scattered raindrops in a fine drizzle.
"Eighty-five years old, with a liquid magic power limit of forty-five drops. In about four or five years, I should be able to attempt breaking through to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment..."
"Hmm, taken together, about thirty years into Foundation Establishment to break through to the mid-stage?"
"This pace is comparable to a top-grade Spiritual Root talent, a bit fast for me..."
Fang Xi certainly didn't have the thought of suppressing his cultivation progress simply because he was afraid of standing out.
The realm of cultivation techniques should naturally be broken through as soon as possible.
As for what comes after? Isn't that what Breath Concealment Skills are for?
