Lin Xun didn’t mind because he could tell that Lu Wenting had no malice.

“This is my identification.”

Lin Xun handed over a specially made bronze nameplate with the number thirty-nine engraved on the front and the number twelve on the back.

“Lin Twelve, from the 39th Campground of Blood Kill Camp?” Lu Wenting swiped his hand across the plate.

Understanding dawned on him. “No wonder you were able to kill so many enemies. It turns out that you were a student of Blood Kill Camp. What class were you in? Who was your chief instructor?”

“I trained in Blood Kill Camp four years ago and the chief instructor then was Xu Sanqi,” Lin Xun directly answered.

“Four years ago?” Lu Wenting’s eyes widened with amazement. “Don’t tell me that four years ago...you were only at the True Martial Stage.”

Lin Xun nodded.

In just four years, he broke through the True Martial Stage, the Spirit Dipper Stage and the Spirit Sea Stage, and reached the ranks of the Heaven Ascension Stage! 

That…is too unbelievable!

Lu Wenting trembled inwardly. Only after a long while did he sigh emotionally,...