"Lin Tian's right. Your big brother used to be a mercenary, he's good with firearms and close combat. In an Ancient Martial contest he definitely can't use guns, and as for close combat—before absolute strength, its effect is actually limited, unless the cultivation levels are close." Miss analyzed as well.
"Come on, let's go see how our young master is doing with his practice." Lin Tian took out a pastry, eating as he walked, not even sitting in the living room. The few beauties had no choice but to follow.
It wasn't their first time at the back mountain. Lin Tian knew the way like the back of his hand and soon reached the summit. The top was a broken cliff, beyond it a great river. On a rock jutting out over the cliff, Ghost sat cross-legged, eyes tightly shut.
"What's going on? I can't feel Yun Tian's aura!" Miss suddenly stopped, her brows knitting tightly.
