Hearing Kong Wu's assessment, Master Hui An could only purse his lips and find no way to refute him. Born into Vajra Temple, one of the Five Great Sects of Qingzhou, and possessing a cultivation level at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, he was also somewhat famous within Qingzhou City.
After all, that evil cultivator's cultivation had been nearly equal to his own, yet the man before him had still slapped him to death.
If it had been him, perhaps...
Hui An glanced at the puddle of muck on the ground and silently recited a Buddhist invocation.
Well, at least my shape would have looked a little better.
"Oh, I was talking about that fellow. As for you... you're still a little stronger than him."
Kong Wu looked at the old monk and added that.
Hui An fell silent, unsure how to respond. He could only make conversation. "Senior, are you planning to go to Qingzhou City?"
"Yes. You too?"
"Yes. If Senior does not mind, this humble monk can lead the way. The road to Qingzhou has many forks, and those traveling it for the first time are very likely to take a roundabout route."
In just a few sentences, Hui An carefully observed Kong Wu. Even his form of address had changed from "this old monk" to "this humble monk."
Although he could not sense any True Qi fluctuations from Kong Wu, the faint pressure emanating from him gave Hui An a strangely familiar feeling.
It was like the sensation of being in close proximity to his abbot senior brother back at the sect.
This man possessed Golden Core stage strength!
Born in Vajra Temple, Hui An had seen much of the world. He knew that there were countless methods of cultivation under heaven, and the absence of