"My journey has been thus far, but not nearly as fascinating as yours, Junior Brother."
"You've already far surpassed me, Junior Brother!"
The lakeside.
Countless sword shadows crisscross behind him.
Zhao Feng's eyes, as he looked at Wang Ba, were filled with admiration.
In just ten years, Wang Ba not only managed to escape the Tianmen Cult on his own, but he also managed to set his roots in Yan State, and even participate in the power struggle among its major sects.
He even fought a severely injured Golden Core master until both exhausted their strength.
Wang Ba's progress truly surprised Zhao Feng.
Simultaneously, it filled him with immense satisfaction.
He vaguely remembers when they first met years ago, Wang Ba was just an insignificant odd-jobber whom nobody paid attention to.
Now, it's only been three or four decades.
When he had been cultivating for three to four decades, he was just at the Qi Refining Stage X.
In comparison, Wang Ba was certainly more astounding.
