"This is the strongest person here?"
"Weak, too weak."
"The Dao Law Realm of the mortal world is just this capable, the mastery of three types of Martial Arts Extreme Realm, all forged through the years, a pile of old bones, it's time to be buried."
"Being able to cultivate to this extent in this energy-deprived place is also considered a fairly decent aptitude."
In the void, six figures stood tall, four men and two women, all in the prime of their youth, as dazzling as brilliant pearls, shining brightly.
They carried themselves with the unique presence and nonchalance of peerless elites, looking down on everything, their faces relaxed with a casual banter, overlooking the old Daoist in the square.
The old Daoist was precisely a True Person from the Gan Tao Palace, surnamed Qin, not of the Jiang family, but a child the Jiang family ancestor had found amongst the ruins ravaged by Demons thousands of years ago, and had kept by his side to listen to the Dao and cultivate.