"Your future is not in Little Stone Village."
Shi Laowu gazed at Wang Chen, saying solemnly, "This place is really too small and will only bury your martial arts talent. I plan to recommend you to go to Red Cliff City."
Red Cliff City was the closest city to Little Stone Village, which, in fact, was a subordinate of the former, paying an annual tribute in exchange for protection.
Villages without the protection of a city simply could not survive in the Foggy Mountain Realm.
The cities, in turn, would absorb new blood from the villages below them.
At just fifteen, Wang Chen had become a martial artist of the Flesh Refining Realm, and he had recently had a sudden enlightenment. Shi Laowu, regardless of whether he had awakened his talent or had some fortuitous encounter, was willing to propel him toward Red Cliff City.
Because if Wang Chen could gain a firm foothold in Red Cliff City, or even make a name for himself, Little Stone Village could also benefit from his success.