"You may rise. In fact, seeing that your root bone is decent and you are not too old, just over thirty, it is not easy to reach this realm in a world where energy is so scarce."
Zhou Yan heaved a sigh, a surge of soul power lifted the green-clothed woman and at the same time, released the soul power restraint on her soul.
These cultivators, although they had strength and combat power, were really immature in terms of enlightenment, cultivation, and combat experience, even inferior to an ordinary prodigy from a large family in the breeding grounds of Sword Burial Ancestor Star.
But Zhou Yan could tell that someone like this green-clothed woman must be a dazzling, proud figure within her sect.
"Without comparison, one will never know how great the gap is."
A cultivation holy land, an ancestral land, once had nearly countless immortal divine legends, but now, it couldn't even compare to an ordinary cultivator from a breeding ground. This can only be described as sadness.
