Sapphire Hammer Memory Stone

Sipping the tea that the old man's wife had placed in front of him, Hong Zhao waited patiently for Lang Xinyue's explanation. Lang Yi looked at the two children as if they were aliens. Usually children at such an age would just be learning the basics of cultivation. Yet here sat two insanely strong children who were at least fifty years younger than her and her husband, yet they still could not compare. She looked at her near sixty years of cultivating and chastised herself for being so laxed in her training.