Strength of the Elites

It was time.

No more just stances. No more just breath work. No more cultivating in silence.

He would learn to fight.

And though his muscles still ached and his Qi still burned… Quinlan bowed his head and whispered to the ground beneath him:

"Finally."

Feng Jiai smiled. "Nine meridians opened right after your breakthrough… Uncle, it hurts me to admit, but you make geniuses look like ordinary cultivators. That bastard Zhang was only at five meridians, and it took him four years to get there!"

She then looked at the old man, seeking his reaction. However, his face showed no signs of surprise. He merely stared at Quinlan's broad back with a face that made it look like he already expected this result.

"Follow me," the old man said before turning around and leaving.

Quinlan did as told, jumping down from the rock upon which he and Feng meditated, following after the stoic old man.