Seeing an old acquaintance again, Lin Xuan's face was filled with complex emotion.
Tian Xiaojian was different from every other cultivator he knew; the relationship between the two of them had always been neither enemy nor friend.
The two were about the same age, but their backgrounds were very different.
Lin Xuan was a lone Rogue Cultivator, and in Floating Cloud Valley he had suffered no end of cold eyes and humiliation; it could be said that his grandfather did not dote on him and his grandmother did not love him.
Tian Xiaojian, however, was the Young Master of Extreme Evil. One could say he had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth.
He had been showered with ten thousand kinds of affection all at once.
Yet this brat was no silken-pants dandy. His nature was tenacious and vicious; it could be said that he was not the least bit inferior to Lin Xuan.
After the Supreme Demon of Extreme Evil fell, Tian Xiaojian had also experienced a life of wandering and hardship, eating in the wind and sleeping under the open sky, through rains of blood and winds reeking of gore. Several times, he had nearly perished, but in the end, he had relied on his deep schemes to survive.
Although Lin Xuan's aptitude was not particularly remarkable, because of the Blue Star Sea, his cultivation speed was astonishingly eye-catching. On this point, even Fairy in the Clouds Qin Yan could only sigh in admiration, finding it difficult to even see his back. Yet Tian Xiaojian was an exception. Every time the two met again, although Lin Xuan always held the advantage, he could only barely press him down by a head. After all these years, Tian Xiaojian was the only one who could keep pace with