"The will of law? Is reaching that step difficult?" a deep voice echoed amid the raging wind and roaring waves.
The middle-aged man in hemp robes had nothing to say.
But when he thought of the other party's terrifying battle record, he felt relieved.
For other demigods, reaching that step was indeed difficult—in a certain sense, almost impossible.
But the other party was Dongfang Ji, so anything was possible.
"With your personality, you reveal one part and hide three. Since you now dare to openly condense the will of law in front of me, I can no longer guess your true strength." The middle-aged man in hemp robes shook his head slightly. "If one day you suddenly appeared before me having already condensed the phantom of a godhead, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Becoming a god is meaningless to me," the deep voice said indifferently.
"That's true." The middle-aged man in hemp robes nodded softly. "With your peerless talent, your highest goal must be to break through the Ninth Mountain world. Among the many demigods of the many civilizations I know, if anyone has hope, I'm afraid it would only be you."
"Speak, Dongfang. You haven't sought me out for decades. What is it?" the middle-aged man in hemp robes said slowly.
"Help me teach a junior," the deep voice said. "A Source Martialist."
"A Source Martialist?" The middle-aged man in hemp robes froze for a moment, then nodded. "No problem. How far has he comprehended the Wind Path? Has he condensed the embryonic form of true intent?"
"No!"
"He hasn't truly entered the door yet," the deep voice said flatly.
The middle-aged man in hemp robes was stunned.
Very soon, the deep voice gave the middle-aged man in hemp robes a general account of Li Yuan's situation.
"Nineteen years old,