In a place like Kunlun Mountain, a Cave Heaven Blessed Land, under the meticulous guidance of numerous senior uncles and senior aunts, plus Yang Jian's extraordinary talent and unwavering determination,
he was no longer the ignorant child who first arrived in Kunlun years ago.
His cultivation had already surpassed the shackles of the mundane, firmly stepping into the ranks of immortals.
The Three-pointed Double-Bladed Halberd in his hands had long been refined by him to the point of being an extension of his arm, and in his swings, it generated powerful gusts, suggesting a vaguely mountain-cracking and stone-splitting might.
Xuanqing watched quietly for a while before he finally rose slowly from the cloud bed symbolizing the Saint's majesty.
"Well then, it's been a long time since I stretched my bones. Feeling a sudden impulse today, I'll go and give this grand-disciple some pointers."
