“The last time I saw him, he wasn’t a master spirit-technician.”

After ages, the man said these words. Elisana felt as if she was relieved of a heavy burden. She immediately set down a gold box and quickly left.

But upon seeing her hurriedly leaving back, the man in the room began to silently laugh.

“What are you worried about…”

“This Dao Master only said that he wasn’t a master spirit-technician when I last saw him… but in regards to someone who has committed a tremendous offense in China and harbors a supreme technique, it can only be him. If I hadn’t remembered his qi up close, perhaps I wouldn’t have ever figured it out.”

“Xu Yangyi oh Xu Yangyi… in merely twenty years, you were surprisingly able to return alive from a Lesser Thousand Realm. How difficult, how truly difficult…”

By now, Xu Yangyi had returned to the hotel. He poured a cup of coffee and began to ponder.

Not a single word Savidean VII had said was wrong. That meaning he couldn’t presently return to China. But in America, no, in the cultivation world, he could cleave through without obstruction like a spearman on horseback. Especially at a realm such as his and with his kind of power. If he was in China, countless...