The clouds parted and the rain stopped. The sun broke through, the gales subsided, and the vast sea grew calm.
A beam of moonlight pierced the clouds, perfectly enveloping the two men, making them seem like the focus of the endless ocean.
Yang Xun was silent. Zhao Xuanqi's strength had completely surpassed his imagination.
The young man had only just entered the Harmony realm, yet the strength of his techniques and his body already seemed to rival the masters of the older generation.
Although he hadn't used all of his trump cards in their spar, it was already very revealing.
'He isn't even twenty years old. Can people truly be born with such innate knowledge?'
'If he had several more decades to grow, just how far could he go?'
"If I'm not mistaken, you hadn't yet broken through to the Harmony realm during the World Martial Arts Conference."
Yang Xun asked Zhao Xuanqi, his voice tinged with emotion.
