Wuxiang Temple.
The back mountain.
Within a small courtyard.
Zhi Kong looked at the disciple he hadn't seen in five years and remarked with some emotion,
"Amitabha. Wu Chen, it seems that five years of training have brought you even closer to breaking through to the Celestial Human Realm."
Five years ago, he could still vaguely sense his disciple's Realm.
Now, however, he couldn't grasp it at all.
He felt as if he were facing a towering mountain or a bottomless ocean.
He had only ever experienced such a feeling from Nangong Shuang, the Sword Holder of Celestial Sword Mountain.
This meant that his disciple was not far from breaking through to the Celestial Human Realm.
Wang Xiao nodded.
"My time in the Wilderness was indeed fruitful. I returned this time determined to enter seclusion and assault the Celestial Human Realm!"
He hadn't returned to the Sect with great fanfare, but had secretly contacted his master, Zhi Kong.
