"Qi Xiu, the Hunyuan of the Human Race in this era, initiated cultivation at the age of twenty, now one hundred seventy-five years old."
He stood calmly before Qi Xiu, this aloof man, who upon his sudden arrival, solely through his aura, stabilized the heavens and earth, glanced nonchalantly at the young Daoist before him.
"Compared to your predecessor, your cultivation progress is too slow.
I've waited for you for over a hundred years, yet you still haven't ascended to the position of Primordial Spirit.
I am somewhat disappointed."
Mr. Li's words made Qi Xiu slightly astonished, both surprised that the master of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains knew him so well, and puzzled by what he meant by waiting for him for over a hundred years.
"Your esteemed words, senior, I don't quite understand." Slowly bowing, Qi Xiu spoke.
"If you don't understand, then you don't understand. In this grand era, time is running out, and your pace is too slow.
