Zhaang Ye sat cross-legged in Chaoyang Hall.
He was in no mood for Cultivation; he was replaying the earlier battle in his mind. As he thought about the fight, a solemn look appeared in his eyes.
In the recent fight with Galaxy, neither had used their true strength; it had been a simple probe. But even from that simple exchange, Galaxy's immense combat prowess had secretly alarmed Zhaang Ye.
'Galaxy is truly worthy of his title as the former Inner Sect Senior Brother. His comprehension of the Golden Realm is exceptionally profound. Even his casual strikes possess terrifying power. If he were to draw his sword and combine his Swordsmanship with the Golden Realm, his Attack Power would increase tenfold, perhaps even a hundredfold.'
'My current combat strength might not be enough to lose to him, but defeating him will be incredibly difficult. I need to find a way to increase my power, or I'll be at a severe disadvantage in our next fight.'
