There was no helping it. He was only a second-rate expert; he could not accomplish anything requiring greater foresight, much less make contact with major powers. Although he was already considered fairly strong, he was utterly helpless before a first-rate expert.
First-rate and second-rate experts were separated by only one rank, yet their actual strength was worlds apart. The former were not only few in number, but each possessed astonishing power and a renowned name in society. As for the latter? At most, they could act as minor local tyrants in certain places.
It could be said that second-rate experts were everywhere. Anyone who mastered one or two unique techniques could be considered one of them.
As for third-rate experts and those beneath even that, they were beginners and weaklings. In sect battles, they were little grunts assigned to miscellaneous tasks, the sort who died by the dozens.
Thus, although Fan Ni always felt that he was formidable, he understood that he would be finished the moment he encountered a true expert. When necessary, he would still choose to keep a low profile. He might be able to fight ten people alone, but stronger people could fight ten of him by themselves.
He trotted after the white-haired girl and asked several questions, but she did not answer any of them. Her reticence only added to her mystery and allure.
Whenever his gaze fell upon the girl's white-stocking-clad legs, as a young man who had never been in love, his mouth truly went dry.
But then he reconsidered. How old was this girl, anyway? She looked so young. Perhaps, like the child elders mentioned in some rumors, she had used medicine to restore her youth. She appeared to be a young girl, but perhaps she was actually already an old lady.