Qin Ya held Jing'er in his arms, her small head resting on his chest. He circulated his True Essence, forming an invisible energy shield to block the high-altitude air currents. He and Muh Qing followed behind the old man, heading toward a mountain peak at a steady pace.
The old man would occasionally glance back at Qin Ya, his eyes revealing traces of amazement. After their race just now, he had gotten a glimpse of Qin Ya's combat strength. Even he, a King, did not possess such speed.
Setting Attack Power aside, that speed alone was enough to crush most Martial Artists below the King Realm. And yet, Qin Ya's Cultivation was only at the Sky-Controlling Realm!
'He must have comprehended some sort of Mysterious principle of speed, most likely the Mysterious Speed itself. And he's already grasped it to a high degree, perhaps even touching the threshold of the Second Heaven. This level of comprehension is simply astonishing...'
