Xu Yangyi was somewhat spellbound. He was only accustomed to listening to information he was more or less was aware of, screens of the past. His yesterday had already been three years for everyone else...

In his mind, it was as if the savage scene of Vermilion Snow causing great chaos to the crowds in the Unrivaled Beneath the Heavens Arena was before his eyes. The battle where he had made his first showing and became famous was still vivid and fresh in his mind.

“What realm is he?” He looked calmly at the computer screen and asked.

“The middle stage!” Zhou Tingting’s face was flushed. “He’s simply a genius! In thirteen years, he cultivated to the middle stage! Cultivators who can presently rise a small boundary in two or three decades are a dime a dozen…”

Was that so?

Xu Yangyi suddenly laughed. Had he not dreamed for three years, he himself would’ve been at the middle stage three years ago.

“Sir might be unaware, but last year he came out of seclusion from the Featherwood Guard, and single-handedly went to Yuyangy City and killed all the demons with a criminal record. Some were even ten years his senior… S-Sir, this?”

She looked puzzledly at Xu Yangyi, but the other had already silently closed out of the page and opened the industry news tab.

She was quite confused.

Obviously, this… Huh? Well, this cultivator she still didn’t know the name of seemed to hold quite an interested expression towards Chu Zhaonan, so how could his interest disappear just...