"Chen Mo was already a Peak Grandmaster?!"
Ji Tianming, who had always been exceptionally composed and was rarely shocked by anything, could no longer keep a straight face.
How long had it even been? How had Chen Mo already become a Peak Grandmaster?!
The eunuch making the report also wore a look of astonishment.
"This information came from Great Grandmaster Yanwu. There can be no mistake. Chen Mo truly has become a Peak Grandmaster, and he even went to the Martial Pavilion to ask Great Grandmaster Yanwu about the specific methods and ways of breaking through to the Great Grandmaster Realm."
"Since Uncle Wang provided the information, it certainly cannot be wrong."
Having lost all interest in handling state affairs, Ji Tianming rose to his feet and drew a deep breath.
"It seems I still underestimated Chen Mo's talent. I just wonder how long it will take him to break through to the Grandmaster Realm?"
His eyes were filled with anticipation as he spoke.
That was a Great Grandmaster!
The strongest combat power in the mortal world!
At least within the Western Region where the three nations stood, Great Grandmasters were beings who stood at the very pinnacle of martial artists.
And now, Chen Mo, an eighteen-year-old youth, could already begin preparing to break through into this supreme realm. How could that not be shocking?
At this moment, Ji Tianming was incomparably grateful.
Fortunately, he had not relied on his status to make any "improper" moves against Chen Mo. He had always exercised restraint and treated him with great consideration.
He had even been somewhat "indulgent."
Even with the ancestor's words, and even though Chen Mo had indeed displayed extraordinary strength and talent, Ji Tianming was the emperor of Great Zhou. Treating an independent martial artist prodigy so generously...
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