Niu Wuwei had a premonition long ago, and now he was even more certain that Old Six had risen to a higher level.
Qin Ming smiled and nodded, saying, "Years of hard work in cultivation really do pay off."
Zhou Tian's face fell flat. How long had it been since their last meeting? Just a few months, yet his Taoist skill had improved again?
Old Four looked bitter and said, "Sixth brother, leave us older ones a way out, would you? Every time we reunite, I find you've broken through once more."
Qin Ming sighed, "If I don't break through soon, I'll grow old. While I'm young, I should strive to break boundaries and rise powerfully. If not now, when?"
"O mud horse!" Zhou Tian immediately felt like hitting him.
Is this how people talk? Being the youngest among the Six Great Saints, does it really suit Zheng Guang to speak so elderly-like? It was deeply offensive.
Even Niu Wuwei, who always felt he had the age advantage, was frowning deeply at this moment.
