"Though Zhou Xin had been hiding from place to place under the cover of your friends and relatives, he was still in great danger. He nearly got captured alive several times, but he tempered himself through battle, growing stronger with every fight. Before long, he had advanced to Grandmaster."
"Others might not have seen it, but through the faintest clues, I determined that he had fused with Martial Sage Remnant Flesh."
"This child was like me as well. He advanced by leaps and bounds in the early stages, and there was no threshold for him on the Ascending Heaven Ladder. But the Path to Sainthood was destined to be rough and winding."
Zhou You took it in stride. "For an ordinary person, reaching the Ascending Heaven Ladder is already impressive. You've been spoiled by a Martial Saint's standards, only seeing the Martial Saint level. You should know that below Martial Saint, there are still countless wonders."
Zhou Nanwang smiled but did not respond to his view.
In short, Zhou Xin had excavated the power of the Martial Sage Remnant Flesh, while the Witch Clan Tribe's pursuit became his whetstone, making him braver with every battle.
Over in the southeastern provinces, Zhou Ding, the head of the Lineage, had been raised by Duke Niu and never forgot the hatred. Yet circumstances had him tied down and unable to get away. After contacting Zhou Xin, he agreed to send elite forces to infiltrate the north and support him.
"This situation greatly gratified me."
After the Lineage split, he had long been mentally prepared. The two branches were separated by the vast distance between north and south, destined to drift farther and farther apart until they died of old age without ever dealing with each other again.
Across the Fifty Provinces, many Lineages