Feng Du abruptly opened his eyes as well, and a strand of saintly power circled Fang Che three times.
He could not help frowning.
This progress is a little too fast.
When Fang Che had come down from the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium, he had been at the Saint Emperor Fifth Grade, having only just broken through. By Feng Du's estimate, reaching the sixth grade would already have been astonishingly fast.
The mid-sixth grade would have been unexpected, and the high sixth grade would have been a tremendous surprise.
The seventh grade could only be described as shocking.
But he had actually reached the eighth grade directly?
"That's right, Saint Emperor Eighth Grade." Fang Che nodded, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
"How did you break through so many grades?" Sun Wutian stared at him.
"I just... hehehe... broke through like that."
Sun Wutian snorted. He looked at Fang Che, unable to suppress the joy in his eyes, but then suddenly thought, How can I be so loving? That won't do.
He widened his eyes and barked ferociously, "You little bastard, get up already! Are you waiting for me to help you?"
"Thank you, Grandmaster!"
Fang Che grinned and nimbly sprang to his feet. "This disciple devoted himself to cultivation for the past three months. I was so busy I didn't even have time to eat, so I didn't get a chance to send you a message, Grandmaster..."
"Stop fawning. If I believed even one word you said, it would mean I hadn't walked the martial world all my life."
Feng Du smiled. "It's rare for us to meet again. Look at that face of yours. Have them bring out some dishes. We can eat, drink, and talk at the same time."
"All right!"
Sun Wutian immediately gave the order.
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