Doesn't this mean... the two of us are no longer a match for Fang Che?
The two of them stared wide-eyed in disbelief, Mu Lin Yuan absentmindedly pulled out two strands of his own beard.
Muttering to himself: "I just remembered giving that kid his initiation... back then he was just a newbie... how did he, how could he... catch up so quickly?"
For a moment, it felt like a dream, the sense of unreality was just too clear.
Their minds were a bit unfocused.
Even Yin Shen Palace was looking on in some shock, mouth agape.
Blinking in remembrance.
The last time Yemo reported to me about his realm, what was it? First grade Emperor Level? Or sixth grade King level?
For a moment, even his memories seemed jumbled.
After a long pause, he coughed and said: "No wonder those Dan Yun Divine Pills are not enough anymore, you're almost at Monarch Level, those are meant for those below that."
A moment of dazed distraction.
