Qi Yu looked bewildered, a myriad of possibilities surfaced in his mind, only to be rejected one by one.
Seeing Lin Yuan ahead with a calm expression, Qi Yu reminded, "Junior Brother, in the martial academy ranking, each twenty positions represent another level."
Qi Yu maintained a skeptical attitude, "Xu Feixian ranks seventieth. Even if you defeated him and trained rapidly, it's been merely two months. Even with your high talent, you might still be around fiftieth place, with about forty acupoints gathered."
"The attack from the Demon Sect isn't a war that will end in a day or two. It might last for several years, or even decades."
After speaking, Qi Yu glanced at the decaying corpse in the room, sighed, "I know you have a deep hatred for the Demon Sect, but haste will not do. Impulsive decisions are not advisable."
