"If one day, your disciple sweeps through his peers, will you witness it?" Chu Xuanji retorted.
Yan was at a loss for words, then said with a bitter smile, "You really have a lot of confidence in him."
"I never doubt his words."
Chu Xuanji nodded and slowly said, "Besides, those so-called Ancient Heavenly Techniques are just garbage compared to the 'Nine Heavens Profound Skill'!"
"——"
Yan was speechless, wishing to immediately see Ye Fan and see how much Ye Fan's strength had increased now.
...
Tumur Peak.
The cold wind blew fiercely, snowflakes danced, condensed into ice grains, sweeping across all directions.
Crackling!
The sound like frying beans kept ringing, drowned by the howling wind.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by Gang Qi, preventing the strong wind and ice grains from approaching his body.
At the same time, Su Liuli had stopped her closed-door cultivation, standing not far away, watching Ye Fan with a mixture of tension and anticipation.
