Both the sect leader and Ma Zhenwu paused for a moment.
How long had it been since Qingyi arrived at the sect?
A short time. A very short time.
He was still at the peak of the Astral Body Realm when he arrived, but now, less than three months later, he was already at the peak of the Astral Blood Realm, with his solid foundation bringing him dangerously close to a breakthrough.
Both were old and had seen a lot throughout their lives, but such rapid cultivation was something they had never heard of.
"Ah... it seems he's a better match for your talented granddaughter than for my daughter, hahahaha!" The sect leader roared with laughter, watching Old Ma's expression darken by the second.
No... that couldn't be true.
Was fate playing tricks on him? Even his friend, his dear friend, whom he himself had held in his arms as a baby, was saying something like that.
The sect leader's laughter faded, replaced by a look of suspicion that lasted only an instant.
