"What a splendid battle—not to be missed. Xiao happened to be passing by; if I have caused any offense, I hope Daoist Friend will forgive me."
A voice, like the murmur of a clear spring, flowed through In the Void.
The space behind him rippled like water, and a young man in his twenties stepped out. He wore a blue Daoist robe, his bearing and demeanor exceptionally ethereal.
The young man was suspended in mid-air. He looked towards Zhang Qingyuan below, sizing him up and down with a trace of surprise in his eyes. After a moment, he said with a heartfelt sigh:
"I never expected that such a place could produce someone like Daoist Friend!"
"You should know that these Nether Yin Ghosts are more than thirty percent stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same realm. Especially that ghost general—an ordinary person would need at least three Half-step Myriad Transformations cultivators to have any confidence in killing it. Yet Your Excellency dealt with it so cleanly and decisively."
"With such strength, even in Central Continent, you would count as one of the heavenly prodigies, qualified to contend for the Immortal Ascension Path!"
"Sure enough, there are heavens beyond heaven, and people beyond people. The world is vast, and heroes rise in endless succession. The Cultivation World is not confined to merely one corner of Central Continent!"
This man possessed an ethereal charm. Simply standing there, he exuded an extraordinary air.
His sighing praise,
was filled with genuine sincerity.
"Oh? From what Daoist Friend says, do you know the origins of these monsters?"
Since the newcomer had shown no hostility, Zhang Qingyuan naturally would not start a fight simply because the other had passed by.
Generally speaking,
although this man was somewhat mysterious, he had at least shown no hostility