A moment later, Chen Fei left Xian City with forty million High-Grade Essence Crystals.
All the Eighth-Order members of the Xian Race stood in midair, watching Chen Fei's figure vanish from sight.
"Ancestor, could Chen Fei have some supreme treasure on him, and that's why he cultivates so quickly?" an Eighth-Order suddenly asked in a low voice.
At that question, the gazes of all the Eighth-Order members of the Xian Race drew back and focused on Shi Ding An and the other two Peak-Stage Eighth-Order experts.
That doubt was not only in the mind of the Eighth-Order who had spoken. The other Eighth-Order members of the Xian Race actually had it too; it was just that no one had asked earlier. After all, besides the reincarnation of a mighty being, possessing some supreme treasure they knew nothing about could also allow one to cultivate so quickly.
"Whether he has a supreme treasure or not, what difference does it make to us?" Shi Ding An said calmly.
"If that supreme treasure were in the hands of our Xian Race..." The Eighth-Order stopped halfway, but his meaning was already very clear.
When one encountered a treasure, the instinctive desire was to possess it. That was the nature of all living beings. The only difference was that some cultivators could withstand the temptation, while some living beings followed their nature and acted on it.
"Can you beat Chen Fei?"
Shi Ding An laughed softly. He did not rebuke him, because even Shi Ding An himself had a thought flicker through his mind after seeing Chen Fei's cultivation rise so quickly.
Judge deeds, not hearts; judge hearts, and no one is flawless!
There was nothing wrong with having a thought. As long as one understood what one could do and what one could not,