A hush fell over the area as people watched Li Qiye leave the valley from the main entrance.

The wood on his pole seemed to be quite heavy, causing the stick to bend and creak - seemingly on the verge of breaking down.

Alas, this weight didn’t affect Li Qiye. His back was still straight; his steps soft and his expression relaxed.

This wasn’t too surprising to the crowd because timber had a limit to its weight. After all, a Violet Marquis cultivator could still lift ten thousand pounds without a problem. However,...