The burly man praised him twice, looking at Zhang Xuewen whose clothes were soaked through below.
"Xuewen, keep pushing yourself. You've actually got pretty good talent, and these last two months it's like you've had an epiphany—your progress is insane.
Even if you can't match freaks like the Tuoba Martial God in the future,
I still think that, judging by your performance these last two months, as long as you keep this up, by the time you're Qin Kun's age, you'll definitely be stronger than the current Qin Kun."
Zhang Xuewen looked completely dumbfounded. He climbed onto the roof, gazing into the distance, his eyes even more lost.
That was the Tuoba Martial God?
Then who the hell am I?
The burly man saw that look in his eyes—like he envied that goal so much he didn't even know how to chase it—so he reached out and slapped Zhang Xuewen's shoulder hard.
