"Is this the strongest here?"
"Weak, too weak."
"The Tao Law Realm of the mortal world, with such limited abilities. Mastering three kinds of Martial Arts Extreme Realms, but all learned through enduring time. An old bag of bones, ought to be in the ground."
"To cultivate to this level in such an energy-poor place, I guess that shows some decent aptitude."
In mid-air, six figures stood, four men and two women, all in their prime, radiant like dazzling pearls, shining brightly.
They exuded a natural aura of supreme pride and freedom, looking down on everything, with laughing, relaxed faces as they gazed at the old Daoist on the square with disdain.
The old Daoist was precisely the True Person of Gan Tao Palace, surnamed Qin, not a member of the Jiang family but a young child rescued from the ruins ravaged by demons by an ancestor of the Jiang family thousands of years ago. He was kept by the ancestor's side to listen to teachings and cultivate.
