Hopelessness Of The Human Tribe

"Greetings to Elder Zhen Xian, Elder Zhen Gu and everyone!"

Su Mo walked into the palace and respectfully cupped his fists towards the elders.

"Su Mo, your training has been successful for you to reach the peak of the Rank 7 Martial Honorable Realm in 2 years!"

Saint Elder Zhen Xian who wore a grand robe glanced at Su Mo and smiled. He knew that Su Mo had gone to Myriad World Mountain to complete a mission in Ancientspirit Galaxy.

"It is indeed surprising!" Sage-to-be Zhen Gu also nodded his head with satisfaction.

On the other hand, Elder Feng Guang who was seated at a corner of the hall sighed inwardly. 2 years ago, Su Mo was just a regular disciple in front of him.

Yet, Su Mo's cultivation rank was now similar to his and Su Mo's powers had probably exceeded his.

"Thank you, elders!" Su Mo laughed.

"Su Mo, come with me!"

Saint Elder Zhen Xian beckoned Su Mo to him over lightly before he walked towards the mountain peak.