"Who is this little monk? Why does he seem so formidable?"
Xie Yu'an's heart stirred slightly.
Subconsciously, he wanted to get up and strike up a conversation with the White-Robed Little Monk, perhaps probe into his background while he was at it.
But unexpectedly—
The White-Robed Little Monk's gaze had already been drawn to the Bright Fist on the wall. He directly sat down cross-legged and began comprehending the Bright Fist.
Xie Yu'an had no choice but to give up.
With little time remaining for himself as well, he simply steadied his mind and continued cultivating.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Xie Yu'an gradually felt that he was only one step away from bringing the Bright Fist to the Great Success Realm.
Secretly delighted, he was just about to push harder and take that final step.
Suddenly—
Ye Li, who had remained motionless ever since sitting down, abruptly rose to his feet.
His expression was exceptionally confident and arrogant.
Facing the stone chamber wall, he threw a punch directly at it.
"Open!"
Just as Xie Yu'an was about to laugh, his expression suddenly changed.
A stone door abruptly opened in the wall of the chamber. Ye Li swept his gaze over everyone, then strode through it in great strides.
"How is that possible?"
Xie Yu'an sprang up from the ground in shock.
He clearly remembered that Ye Li's attainment in the Bright Fist had been lower than his, merely at the Small Success Realm.
That was enough to prove that Ye Li's talent and aptitude were inferior to his.
But how could Ye Li possibly overtake him in just two short hours?
Xie Yu'an felt utterly miserable.
He knew that something had to be wrong somewhere.
Yet what he had not expected even more was that