"Hold on," Daoist Crane spoke up. "Have a senior from your Taiqing Sect come out to talk. A mere Liquid State disciple like you is not qualified to participate in such important negotiations."
His face was filled with contempt, showing no regard for Zhang Bin whatsoever. He had seen plenty of cultivators with great potential, especially with the current population boom. With the global population numbering over six billion, dozens of times that of ancient eras, wasn't every disciple selected by the Kunlun Sect a Nascent Soul-level talent? Yet, to truly cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm was still a one-in-ten-thousand chance, a path of extreme difficulty.
He, on the other hand, was a genuine Nascent Soul Stage old monster who had successfully cultivated to this point through countless trials and tribulations. His will was like iron, his resolve like steel.
