Sparring
"Elder Nan Feng, may I ask what brings you to Heaven Dou City this time?"
After the joking was over, Ning Fengzhi got straight to the point and asked his question.
There was no point beating around the bush with Nan Feng. If he thought you were treating him like a fool, he'd blow up in an instant!
If you wanted to know something, you had to ask him directly. There was no point being indirect.
If he was willing to tell you, he'd answer when you asked.
If he wasn't, no amount of fishing would get it out of him, and you'd only risk pissing him off.
"I'm here to look around. I haven't been out in years," Nan Feng said.
"Were you in seclusion?" Gu Rong guessed from beside them.
"Yeah. I spend most of my time in seclusion. I hardly have any time to go out and wander around," Nan Feng said.
"Otherwise, where do you think I got this cultivation from?"
He couldn't absorb Spirit Rings to increase his level, so he had to cultivate the hard way. He hadn't tried absorbing Soul Bones yet, but there was a good chance he couldn't absorb those either.
"May I ask what your cultivation level is now, Elder Nan Feng?" Ning Fengzhi asked curiously.
"Just a lousy Spirit Emperor at level sixty," Nan Feng said.
"Not much use."
Ning Fengzhi's expression stiffened, while Gu Rong looked even more perplexed.
Level sixty? A lousy Spirit Emperor?
Did he know what he was saying?
How many Spirit Emperors were there on the Douluo Continent?
And hadn't he been only level forty six years ago?
He'd shot up twenty levels in six years?
A Spirit Emperor before he was twenty?
Did he know what that meant?
A genius who reached