Chuying Star.
In the bedroom.
Fang Xing lay in bed, feeling an innate sense of tranquility welling up within him.
Remembering the second-rank avian demon beast he had just encountered, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Second-rank demon beasts differ from one another... The sense of oppression from this avian beast is even stronger than the one I met last time... Perhaps it's a mid-grade or even top-grade second-rank demon beast?"
Originally, he had seen cultivators from Qinglin Square at the Foundation Establishment Stage easily kill second-rank demon beasts.
But Fang Xing believed that, were it this particular beast, the Qingxuan Sect elder stationed in Qinglin Square might only have the option of fleeing in panic!
Even because of the beast's flying speed, escape might not be possible!
"As for myself now, I'm probably still not qualified to confront a second-rank demon beast... even a low-grade one..."
Regarding his own strength, Fang Xing had a very clear understanding.
