Rakshasa Holy Temple.
After returning from Jiuzhou, Feng Wuchen began refining the Nitian Divine Pearl and elixirs.
"Almost done with the refining. My wife and the others should arrive these days, and by then Rakshasa Holy Temple will be lively." Feng Wuchen laughed with joy, full of anticipation.
A grand palace with only eight people really felt deserted.
"Lord Feng, do you think Lady Feng and the others' cultivation levels will far exceed ours?" asked Feng Hunshan.
Feng Wuchen shrugged and smiled, "To be honest, I don't know their cultivation levels, but last time Qingyang's level already reached Four-Star Saint King. With the help of the Nitian Divine Pearl, he might have reached Eight or Nine-Star Saint King, and my wife might have even stepped into the Saint Monarch."
"Eight or Nine-Star?" Qing Jiaolong's old face turned green; they tried so hard in their cultivation but were only Six-Star Saint Kings.
Feng Hunshan smiled bitterly, "Isn't that too fast?"
