Knock, knock, knock! The crisp sound echoed down the silent corridor, each rap ringing clearly and breaking the stillness that had filled the place.
"Senior Fusheng, are you there?" Na Nali stood outside in the corridor and raised her hand again, lightly knocking on the study door. There was a trace of urgency and anticipation in the sound.
"Could he not be in the study? That shouldn't be. At this time of day, he should usually be in the study. And the door is locked too."
Na Nali looked at the tightly shut, locked door, her heart filled with confusion. She was clearly certain that someone was inside the study, so why was there no response to her calls?
Na Nali's heart stirred, and she considered using her Spiritual Power to probe the situation inside. Yet to her surprise, the instant her Spiritual Power touched the door, it was as if it had slammed into an invisible but incomparably solid wall, and it was forcefully bounced away at once.
"Such powerful Spiritual Power. It's at least no weaker than mine." Na Nali was greatly shocked, uncertainty rising in her heart. As for Nan Fusheng's strength, she believed she had some understanding of it.
Nan Fusheng was at the quasi–Soul Saint realm. As for what his Martial Soul was, she did not know. But there was one thing Na Nali was absolutely certain of: Nan Fusheng was not someone with formidable strength.
Of course, for Nan Fusheng to reach the quasi–Soul Saint realm at his age did indeed make him a genius among his peers.
But if one considered three key aspects together—the depth of his cultivation, the intensity of his Spiritual Power, and his outstanding combat performance—then compared to Fors, that monster-like existence, the difference was like heaven and earth.