Not only that—there were many in this world who were gilded jade on the outside, rotten stuffing within. Yet in Meng Zhao's eyes, this man was indeed worth a look.
His skin was fair, utterly hairless, with a faint, crystal-like sheen flowing across it. An aura terrifying enough to make one's heart quake seeped from him—sharp and fierce beyond endurance—yet he kept it tightly suppressed within his body.
Clearly, his cultivation was exceptionally profound as well. He was likely a great expert who had achieved Qi Condensation into Gang.
Meng Zhao could not help clicking his tongue in wonder. This man was only three or four years older than him, yet his cultivation stood shoulder to shoulder with his own—perhaps slightly weaker, but still enough to make him a rare prodigy on the Divine Continent.
For some reason, however, he was utterly unknown. At the very least, Meng Zhao had never heard that the Nine Surnames Li Family possessed such an extraordinarily gifted figure.
At barely twenty-odd years old, many so-called young geniuses were still polishing themselves in the acquired realm, seeking to break into the innate realm. Yet this man had already reached the consummate innate realm. The contrast was brutal; calling him a heaven-blessed genius would not be excessive.
If he had come from an ordinary family, or even a poor household, it would have been perfectly normal for him to remain unknown. It was difficult for those of humble origins to rise; the ones controlling the realm and manipulating the martial world were the aristocratic clans and sects. They would not readily spread the name of someone without roots or backing, someone who did not serve their interests.
But this was a member of the Li Family, a descendant of the Li Family. And yet the Li