It was just like a minivan on Earth. Until all the passengers alight, you really can't imagine how many people a single vehicle can carry.
"No accident occurred, that's fortunate," he shook his head and remarked.
"Indeed, since then, I've been striving hard in my cave mansion, diligently cultivating to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining. But I'm still no match for you, Uncle Master." Zhang Wei Hu looked admiringly at Lin Yi.
Gold Sword Zen Ren wasn't your average Golden Core cultivator. He was the strongest in the Liu Yun Sect, second only to the Nascent Soul Cultivators in the Heng Yuan World.
The Liu Yun Sect could sustain even with the loss of any Golden Core cultivator, but if Gold Sword Zen Ren were lost, the sect's power would undeniably plummet.
"The path to cultivation is long. Temporary superiority doesn't guarantee perpetual dominance. Perhaps you'll establish your foundation earlier than me in future." Lin Yi responded calmly.
