Though it was a huge group of old men and women fighting, the situation was clearly a crowd ganging up on one old man. Yet while that old man fought and retreated, he had not really suffered any losses in the actual battle.
He either dodged his enemies' techniques as if he had sensed them beforehand, neutralized them with special methods, or simply endured them head-on with his overwhelmingly profound xingming cultivation.
"So it was at this point? Not early, not late."
In this world, in this era, the only time such a scene could occur was that period when Zhang Huaiyi, knowing his days were numbered, dragged the most restless group of people down with him.
Calling it early would be inaccurate. Strictly speaking, the main storyline was still several years away, but he could not really catch anything. Everything that was supposed to happen had already happened, and only a few minor details remained.
Calling it late would not be right either. The main storyline had indeed yet to officially begin, so it was barely still possible to do something. At least it was better than Zhang Chulan already attending Nankai University.
Taking in the commotion steadily drawing closer, Diga could not help sighing.
"An old-man hot-blooded anime really is something else."
Just as he had said before, this world's cultivation system was unexpectedly traditional. Though it possessed the so-called Eight Wonders, the xingming cultivation accumulated over time remained the eternal answer.
This magnified the advantage brought by years of cultivation to the extreme. Unless their abilities happened to hard-counter each other, it was nearly impossible for a young person to overturn an older master.
Especially cultivators born into prestigious orthodox sects, who had honestly worked hard to temper their xingming cultivation—once they reached old age, they became