Li Min, standing to one side, nodded in deep agreement and chimed in, "Yeah. It's only because the one who came as reinforcements was Lin Li.
If it had been anyone else, even if we could've dealt with them in the end, it probably would've been a pyrrhic victory. We wouldn't have escaped serious injuries."
"That's true," Zhou Min said in agreement, a trace of admiration in his eyes.
"He's only in his early twenties, yet he already has this kind of strength. That cultivation talent of his is truly something you only see once in a hundred years. Compared to him, we're nowhere close."
Li Min looked in the direction Lin Li had left, her eyes full of envy. "If I had even half his cultivation talent, maybe I could break through to the Third-Order Initial Stage before turning forty."
At that, Zhou Min let out a soft sigh.
Their cultivation talents were not bad, but they were only average.
If they could break through to the Second-Order Peak before forty, they would already be giving it everything they had. Trying to go any further would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Meanwhile, Lin Li returned to the Silver White van.
He glanced at the time on the dashboard. It was 10:50 p.m.
During this support operation, the actual fighting had taken less than ten minutes. Most of the time had been spent on the road.
He rubbed the space between his brows, thinking that he needed to get home quickly and try to be in bed by 12:30. After all, he still had to get up early tomorrow to deal with other tasks.
The vehicle started, and its headlights lit up in two bright beams, piercing through the dense curtain of rain.
After turning around, it sped