Ever since the normally apathetic Jiang Li returned from the mountain valley, there was an occasional smile that lit up his face. He seemed to be in an excellent mood.

Daoist Wang curled his lips in disdain as he saw this. He thought that Qin Yu was more than a mere sword cultivator; he was also a formidable alchemist. His pill dao lineage also had a successor, so what was that blind Old Jiang being so smug and happy about?

But even though he thought that, when Daoist Wang thought back to that moment when Qin Yu demonstrated his new skills and instantly crushed that cliff to pieces, he couldn’t help but feel a cold chill creep down his back. He thought that he needed to pay a bit more attention to how he spoke to the brat later on, otherwise if they both became irrationally angry for some reason, he wouldn’t be able to withstand the consequences.

He thought back to how he had needed to cultivate for so many years to achieve his current strength and yet had been overtaken in such a short period of time, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of loss and envy. As for jealous hate and other extremely negative emotions like that, there wasn’t any need for it. After all, in a manner of speaking that brat Qin Yu was his disciple. As he thought of this, Daoist Wang couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

Hehe, Old Jiang, oh Old Jiang, when it comes to this you cannot compare to me…ah,...