Tuoba Ye approached Fang Qingyuan, stepped forward, and bowed.
"Captain, I have not failed my mission. I have successfully reached Foundation Establishment."
After his Foundation Establishment, Tuoba Ye radiated an air of soaring confidence. The leap from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment was a transcendence of one's very level of existence—an all-encompassing improvement, especially to his lifespan.
Tuoba Ye was still considered young at just over sixty years old. He now had at least one hundred and fifty years left to live—a long life, fully three times the length he had already lived.
"I wasn't wrong about you. You really did it."
Fang Qingyuan offered words of encouragement. 'What I originally thought is no longer important. Only the result matters now.'
"You have a gold-attribute. This is a set of Magical Artifacts and a Daoist Robe I prepared for you. Go ahead and change into them."
