Qiao Zhaoxian had made his breakthrough to the late-stage Golden Core just a month ago.
As for Chen Dengming, he had done the same even more astonishingly more than ten years ago, at a cultivation speed that defied comprehension.
She had once thought her cultivation speed could surpass Qiao Zhaoxian's, and even outdo Chen Dengming's.
But now, among the three of them, she was lagging behind.
With her pride, it was impossible for her not to feel frustrated. Although she admired both of them, she now wanted to strive to catch up.
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A drizzle descended, delicate as gauze, intangible as mist.
It painted the mountains and buildings of Hazardous Peak in a thick layer of leaden grey.
The rain fell gently and softly, its sound barely audible, infiltrating deep into the dwelling cave. It mixed with the gleam of the spiritual energy, making it resemble the divine light of the immortals, fading in and out of existence.
