At that moment, a noise came from within the cabin. The man turned at the sound to see a towering, burly man emerge. He was well over two meters tall, carried a giant axe on his back, and possessed an extraordinary aura.
Seeing him, the shorter man's eyes swept over the newcomer, looking him up and down.
Then, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.
"Wu San, have you broken through to the Seventh Realm?!"
The man called Wu San scratched his head and smiled good-naturedly.
"It was just a lucky coincidence, all thanks to how rich the Primordial Qi is here.
Otherwise, I never would have been able to break through to the Seventh Realm so fast."
Hearing this, an undeniable flash of envy and jealousy crossed the eyes of the man with the mole.
In this world, Jianghu Martial Arts were divided into ten realms.
A Seventh Realm Cultivation was enough to be considered a true master anywhere one went, even granting one the qualifications to establish a sect and rule a territory.
