The calm was shattered, like a mountain collapsing and a tidal wave crashing; this stretch of the earth realm erupted in a deafening uproar.
The Hidden Disciple was defeated, the Madman emerged victorious. Was this future Great Saint even stronger than the Taoist Venerable had been in his youth? All sides were stunned.
The All Saints wore complex expressions, their hearts incomparably shaken.
"Hey, woman, where are you going? Don't be impulsive…" Zuo Qing grabbed Yun Wangshu.
"I'm going to ask about the path to becoming a Taoist Venerable, don't stop me." Yun Wangshu's gaze was glued to the young man ahead.
Wang Pan, ever serious, said, "That's not a Taoist Venerable, that's a future Great Saint."
Yun Wangshu said, "But he has the potential of a young Taoist Venerable Level."
Zuo Qing curled her lip and said, "Then go, just be careful that when Li Qingyue brings you tea, she doesn't add vinegar."
