Flowers carpeted the ground, untouched by human footsteps for who knows how long. The vibrant myriad of colors was indeed very beautiful. However, amidst this endless sea of flowers stood two young men. One of them wore a deep teal robe, with blood at the corner of his mouth.
Across from him, the man in a striking golden-yellow robe sneered at the man in the teal robe.
"Master, from what they were saying earlier, I thought there was a huge gap in their power levels. But now having looked..." Mo Qilin smacked his lips and spoke indifferently, "It turns out one is at the Golden Core Late Stage and the other is at the Early-stage Nascent Soul. The gap in strength isn't that big after all."
Xuanbing Lion Beast Shi Xin laughed, "Ah Mo, you should think about it—if the difference in their strength was really that large, how could that man in the golden robe, called Wang Yuan, still not have seized the Top-Grade Ore after such a long time?"
"True." Mo Qilin suddenly realized.
