Dragons soar across the nine heavens, while ants bow their heads to march on.
As a Qi Refinement practitioner at the initial stage... well, better to call him a white-collar worker, Wang Qinglin had recently taken great interest in the news about Meng Yu.
At the age of thirty-five, he had finally attained the status of Qi Refinement Practitioner and had never even considered the possibility of achieving Foundation Establishment.
As for the news and stories of those at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul levels, they were less appealing to him than watching videos of pretty girls dancing.
During this time, he paid close attention to the news about Meng Yu.
Even though the media hype had painted Meng Yu as someone reckless and foolish, who could supposedly save five thousand people with just one of his hairs, or even hundreds of thousands of miners, Wang Qinglin always felt that such claims were utter nonsense.
