Even though Yan Cheng had clearly noticed that something was off with Chen Mo, he did not ask about it this time.
He truly did not want to be dealt another blow.
Others had to cultivate painstakingly for months before seeing even a little progress, while Chen Mo noticeably grew stronger every few days.
Comparing people really could make one mad with envy!
At this rate, Chen Mo would probably break through to the Qi and Blood Realm very soon. His strength might even surpass Yan Cheng, the School Master himself.
A fifteen-year-old Qi and Blood Realm martial artist... this world was truly too crazy.
"Even in the capital, geniuses like this would be as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns—perhaps one in ten years?" Yan Cheng sighed repeatedly.
Hequ County was about to produce a True Dragon.
The key was that Chen Mo was not even a Bloodline Warrior. One could not help but be convinced.
They sparred for nearly one hour before Chen Mo finally let Yan Cheng go.
After chatting briefly, Chen Mo saw that Yan Cheng was in poor spirits and did not seem particularly pleased to see him, so he took the initiative to bid farewell.
Watching Chen Mo's departing back, Yan Cheng felt rather conflicted.
He was somewhat thrilled, because Chen Mo's strength was advancing so quickly that he might even contend for first place in next February's Mountain Entry Grand Competition. Yet he also felt somewhat defeated, as though all his years of cultivation had gone to the dogs.
Not to mention Pu Jing Ming and Jiang Ling Ling, who were basically Chen Mo's peers—even Yan Cheng, this old hand of the martial world, had been dealt quite a blow, bitterness filling his heart.
He had cultivated for several decades longer, yet