"Fellow Daoist, your strength is indeed extraordinary!"0

Luo Chen remained expressionless with Wang Haichao’s praise.0

“It was a mere trick. Not worth mentioning,” he replied, his voice even. “Please, Fellow Daoist, take your seat.”1

Without a trace of awkwardness, Wang Haichao accepted the invitation. It was as if the earlier tension had never happened. With a graceful sweep of his sleeve, he sat down in the seat reserved for him. Behind him, Min Longyu and Li Da took their places at the long table without a word.0

However, before sitting down, Min Longyu couldn’t help but look at Luo Chen with eyes full of shock.0

Back during the battle at Crescent Moon Valley, he was only at the eighth stage of Qi-Refining, and now he’s reached Foundation Establishment. I thought it was all a bluff, but his strength is truly exceptional!0

He’s progressed so fast, and it’s unbelievable!0

He wasn’t alone in his thoughts. Juniors like Nangong Qin and Li Ao were equally shaken. It was one thing to hear of someone breaking through to Foundation Establishment, but to witness it firsthand, and to see Luo Chen dismiss a powerful spell with a mere flick of the hand? That was something else entirely.0

Had it been them, they wouldn’t have been able to withstand that strike.0

The fact that Luo Chen hadn’t moved a step and had neutralized the attack with a single flick of his hand was even more awe-inspiring.0

Even among the assembled Luo Tian Society cultivators in the main hall, a faint cold crept through the throng at that very moment.0

So this is the strength of the president… and he’s only just entered Foundation Establishment?0

Unlike the others’ astonishment, Nangong Jin and Li Yixian showed a trace of solemnity in their eyes.0

That flick from Luo Chen, which had seemed casual, clearly contained some profound mystery. What kind of technique was that?0

Truth be told, Wang Haichao’s...0