Li Yun had been somewhat worried that Wang Lifeng would cause him trouble, but now it seemed there was no need.
As the saying went, heaven would deal with the wicked.
All he had to do was sit back and watch.
"Okay, I understand."
Seeing that Li Yun had taken his advice, Qiao Tai nodded in satisfaction.
Then he took Li Yun home.
Qiao Tai lived in a residential complex called Pastoral Court in Sand City's West District.
It was a three-bedroom apartment with a living room.
At around 120 square meters, it was not large, but it was kept very tidy.
When Li Yun arrived, Qiao Meng came out to greet him and showed him the room where he would be staying.
After they chatted for a while, Qiao Tai left.
Only then did Qiao Meng ask what cultivation technique and Martial Arts Li Yun had chosen.
Li Yun had no intention of hiding it, of course, and told her the names of the Martial Arts he had picked.
Qiao Meng was astonished.
"They're all One-Star Upper Grade?"
"Only you would have that kind of confidence. Who else would?"
"I really envy your talent..."
Li Yun's mouth twitched. He knew his own situation best. What did talent have to do with it? The Gate of Myriad Wonders was simply incredible.
He had crossed eight hundred years, but in truth, he had endured hundreds of billions of years of wind, frost, rain, and snow. Looking back, it really had been worth it.
Without that experience, after the Spirit Energy Revival eight hundred years ago, he probably would have been just one more ordinary person among the masses.
A single Martial Arts could take a lifetime.
If a lifetime yielded nothing, all that awaited was dust returning to dust, earth to