With Zhou Ruxuan's connections, it was a simple matter to borrow a boat from the Black Dragon Gang under the pretext of a leisurely outing.
"Wind!"
Holding the Jade Ruyi, Ming Nianwei gave it a gentle wave, and a violent yet orderly gale burst forth from thin air.
The gale pushed the pleasure boat, marked with the Black Dragon Gang's insignia, into Ze Lake like an arrow loosed from a bowstring. The lake water parted on both sides, leaving a white wake trailing behind.
This masterful control over the Power of Heaven and Earth made Zhou Ruxuan's expression shift slightly.
She knew of Ming Nianwei.
After all, there weren't many famous Mages in Taiyuan Prefecture.
But in her memory, Ming Nianwei was merely striking in appearance, while her Talent for Cultivation Techniques was actually mediocre.
Still stuck at the Eighth Grade in her thirties, she might never have reached the Seventh Grade in her entire life.
Now, though?
Mid-Seventh Grade?
Upper-Seventh Grade?
