The group exchanged glances once more, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
"He's only been cultivating for just over ten years," Cheng Tianyong said, "and he's already reached Nascent Soul..."
Silence fell. For a moment, no one could find the words to speak.
Jian Wuqing let out a dry chuckle. "Since it's him, we don't need to worry too much. With Elder Yan as his protector... things should not go awry."
"Are you sure?" Lu Youlian glanced at the thunder vortex on the horizon. "Such a tribulation cloud's aura is not something an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator can provoke... Our Taixiao Sword Mysterious Skill's practice of the Sword Infant isn't this exaggerated, is it..."
「Three months later, beneath the Cloud Sea.」
