Ancestor Qin, Not Yet Thirty

Qin Empire Ming's tone was gentle, yet it rendered the place silent as a grave; even a falling needle could be heard.

Clad in white whiter than snow, he cut a clear and radiant figure. One simple sentence had somehow produced the effect of "silencing the street."

Those few words contained astonishing information.

Zheng Guang was not afraid of Yan Chuan—he actually wanted to enter the fray himself.

Everyone knew that Yan Chuan had broken through to the Ancestor Realm years ago.

Could it be that Zheng Guang had also entered that tier?

Yet how was that possible?

Zheng Guang's true age should not have reached thirty yet, right?

Many were inwardly shaken, finding it somewhat absurd.

Then, some people secretly shook their heads, believing that sort of speculation was unlikely. Of course, Jiang Xiyi breaking through to become an Ancestor at thirty had already been utterly outrageous!

Could Zheng Guang have reached the same height more than two years earlier?

Everyone felt that was rather unrealistic.

Such an achievement... was simply too dreamlike.

The long street outside the Spirit Monkey Tavern fell quiet for a moment, then erupted with clamor as people whispered among themselves and discussed it without end.

The glazed windows were crystal clear, and even from outside the tavern, they could distinctly see the tense confrontation among several Great Sages.

At this moment, even Meng Zhiyu's expression changed.

She turned her head toward Qin Empire Ming. This sixth brother of hers had not changed in the slightest from before. He was still that madman.

"Yan Chuan did not just enter the Ancestor Realm," Meng Zhiyu secretly transmitted, warning him.

Even if Qin Empire Ming had reached Great Perfection in the Fifth Realm, trying to challenge a Great Sage at the Third Heaven of the Ancestor Realm