After listening to Ji Mie Arhat's introduction.
Wang Yuan's entire body suddenly stiffened, his mind exploding as he instantly realized the weight those two words carried!
Arhat!
One had to know that a Buddhist Arhat corresponded to the Yin-Yang Grandmaster Realm of martial arts legend—the realm of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and Five Qi Returning to Origin.
So he was a Grandmaster!
No wonder the other party's aura was unfathomable. No wonder merely a wisp of his presence could lock down the entire wilderness, leaving Wang Yuan without even the slightest right to resist or flee.
No wonder even Situ Lie, the Sect Master of the Kaoshan Sect, was like an ant before him, utterly unworthy of mention.
They were not beings on the same level at all!
Cloud Province's so-called pinnacle of martial arts, the Organ Tempering Realm, was nothing more than a petty trick of mortal warriors before a Yin-Yang Grandmaster.
The difference was like clouds and mud, like heaven and earth!
Having understood all this, the shock in Wang Yuan's heart refused to subside for a long while.
He also thoroughly understood that his ability to leave today unscathed was purely because the other party had shown mercy out of kindness.
If the other party had harbored ill intent, he would already have died, body and soul extinguished.
The next instant, the air trembled slightly.
"Take care of yourself, young friend."
Ji Mie Arhat's gaunt figure completely vanished into the wilderness, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
The mountain-like pressure that had shrouded Wang Yuan's heart finally dispersed.
The stagnant autumn wind began to flow again, and fallen leaves danced through the sky.
Wang Yuan let out a long breath of stale air that he had held in for far too long.
His body, taut