Yao Ziyan possessed the cultivation of a Venerable.
When Luo Chuan first met her, she had only just advanced to the Venerable realm. Gravely wounded and unconscious, she had looked utterly pitiful. Now, her cultivation had already risen to the third rank of Venerable.
Do not think that was too slow. It had been less than two years, and such a rate of improvement could only be called earth-shattering. Every day, she cooked with ingredients of divine grade. It would have been difficult not to grow stronger.
Naturally, her combat ability had not fallen behind either.
Yao Ziyan's advancement had not come simply from swallowing pills. The goods from Origin Mall had no so-called side effects, and Yao Ziyan had also learned all sorts of miscellaneous, strange, and bizarre abilities—such as the Evil King's True Eye. She could even exchange a few moves with high-ranking Venerables.
In the end, though, she would definitely still have to run.
The gap in realms was too great. It was difficult to make up for it through other means.
But Yao Ziyan was now on the verge of becoming the God of Destiny, so she could not be judged by ordinary logic. Gods and mortals were fundamentally different. Even against a high-ranking Venerable, she could probably knead them however she pleased.
All this was only to explain one thing: Yao Ziyan was not tired in the slightest after walking such a short distance. Perhaps Luo Chuan would be tired, since he usually acted no differently from an ordinary person, but Yao Ziyan truly did not feel the least bit fatigued. If Luo Chuan had not wanted to come back early and rest, she had planned to circle all the way around Jiuyao City.
This made Yao Ziyan certain of one fact.
Luo Chuan just