Within West Prefecture City.
"Yichuan, I heard Ji Ning has already broken through to the Xiantian level. Congratulations!"
"Yichuan, your son really is formidable."
"He's only eleven this year, right? A Xiantian at eleven. He ranks amongst the top three talents of the past thousand years for our Ji clan's Five Prefectures."
Ji Yichuan, who had always been like an implacable glacier, had a rare hint of delight on his face. Although he was still stiff-faced, those who were familiar with him could sense how happy Yichuan currently was. Ever since Ning had kicked down the walls of the Riverside Tribe with three kicks, then knocked River Sansi flying with another kick, the news had quickly spread back to the Ji clan.
