Both of them could sense that Bai Qian carried no aura of artistic conception whatsoever.
In other words, Bai Qian had inscribed eleven Laws solely with her own Martial Dao Pill.
Since she had already inscribed eleven Laws, it had to be an Immortal-Rank Nascent Core.
Before long, the two of them thought of Bai Qian's talent and finally felt somewhat relieved.
Perhaps only a Celestial Martial Core was worthy of Bai Qian's talent.
But when they thought about how Bai Qian could still inscribe another Law later—and if she spent time comprehending artistic conception to its utmost limit, could continue inscribing more—
What terrifying level would Bai Qian reach when that day came?
Her spatial talent alone had already placed her beyond defeat, not to mention that terrifying talent for illusions and the power of more than ten Laws.
If those so-called Ancient Remnants came, they would probably only be left with their tails tucked between their legs.
"Too terrifying. Little Lin, your sister is such a catch. You'd better seize your chance."
Wang Xuanfeng turned to look at Lin Xuan, who was still lost in shock, and spoke earnestly.
Lin Xuan's face darkened. "Can't you call me by my full name? What's little about me?"
"Uh..."
Wang Xuanfeng froze. The impressive capital Lin Xuan possessed suddenly flashed through his mind, and he could not help cursing.
"Fuck, you're really filthy."
"Hehe..."
Lin Xuan smiled unconcernedly. "No need to envy me. Some things are innate."
"But Old Wang, you're fucking insidious. You already have five Supreme Laws. Back when I was in the Core-Shattering Realm, you unleashed two Laws, yet you had actually hidden another one."
Lin Xuan had no choice but to admire Wang Xuanfeng. Being powerful was one thing, but the key was that he was an