Qingfeng Stronghold, inside the secluded retreat.
After a struggle, the stronghold leader Zhao Yi knelt before Li An, completely subdued by him.
"If it weren't for my strong Divine Sense, I might have been counterattacked by him!"
Li An couldn't help but feel fortunate.
Zhao Yi clearly had some opportunities, and his progress was swift, about to enter the Mid Stage of Foundation Establishment.
Something that seemed insignificant at the start had grown beyond his expectations.
In fact, if Zhao Yi's cultivation progress had truly surpassed Li An, and his Divine Sense was inferior to Zhao Yi's, he would no longer be able to control Zhao Yi and might even be influenced by Zhao Yi in return!
The Demon Skill was indeed domineering, but it also required a strong enough foundation in oneself.
Li An easily read through Zhao Yi's memories over the years.
"He's been in contact with those from Yan Country—"
Li An was quite surprised.
