"Valley Master, what do you think?"
Fei Yu entered the only Third Order Spirit Boat in Carefree Valley, greeted by the worried gazes of a group of elite elders. With a reassuring smile, he said, "It must be that old monster who has been hiding in the deep mountains and marshes, having not shown himself for a long time. He's out of touch with the present world, so don't worry. Lian'er has already taken care of it."
"But he doesn't seem that old to me."
"Foolish!"
The speaker was Fei Yu's disciple, so Fei Yu naturally didn't need to be polite. "How can you still look at cultivators with the eyes of a muggle? For cultivators, appearance means nothing. Cultivation level and realm are the only criteria for judgement."
The disciple meekly acknowledged his error, retreated in shame, and another elder with a long beard asked, "Valley Master, how high do you think this old monster's cultivation is?"
Fei Yu's eyes flashed, and he casually sat down, "At least a late-stage!"
"Hiss!"