Like in Freedom City, at the Soul Lock Platform, Holy Land Caretaker Feng Dao was watching Lin Zhen's tower challenge with Ling Dong.
Ling Dong was much like Ming Jian. Both were successors cultivated with the full resources of their Holy Lands, geniuses among geniuses.
However, Ling Dong was steadier than Ming Jian. He did not openly look down on Lin Zhen, but his eyes still revealed intense fighting spirit.
At the Double Tree Garden Holy Land, Fang Fei, the Holy Land's Fourth Young Miss, was watching the Dimensional Universe livestream with Feng Qingluan.
"Qingluan, you've seen your sweetheart. Your realm has surpassed his now," Fang Fei teased.
Feng Qingluan sat to the side as the wind from the Bodhi Double Trees brushed past her cheeks, stirring her hair and making her seem dreamlike.
Years of arduous cultivation seemed to have softened some of her sharp edges, but whenever her phoenix eyes opened and closed, one could still glimpse the bearing of the gang boss she had once been.
Feng Qingluan shook her head slightly. "You can never judge this person by his realm. When he entered the Holy Land, his realm was the lowest among the Four Great Holy Lands. But who could have imagined that he would progress this far in just a hundred years?"
Fang Fei nodded slightly as well. "That's true. Still, I need to take a close look at what this brat is really capable of, to see what it is about him that has made our Little Qingluan unable to forget him. If he can't pass the twentieth floor, I'll personally tell him to give up on that idea. Qingluan isn't someone he can covet."
"Fourth Senior Sister!" Feng Qingluan was somewhat displeased.
"All right, all right, I won't say any more. A grown