Wang Qi rarely paid attention to people his own age. To be precise, aside from his few friends, Ai Changyuan, who could fight him to a standstill, and Bo Xiaoya of the Bo family, who might become a formidable rival, he had remembered very few names among the geniuses of his generation.
When he saw Sun Sheng, Wang Qi's eyes truly lit up. Sun Sheng's mana carried an ancient, desolate air, yet it was also brimming with vigorous life, like a sprout that had gestated for years and was about to burst through its seed, or a summer cicada that had lurked underground for ten years before transforming in a single day.
"This guy has cultivated Tianyan Tulu into something."
Seeing this, Wang Qi could not help but praise him.
Tianyan Tulu was one of the strongest cultivation methods. Its capacity for endless evolution guaranteed that it could forever be passed down as a pinnacle technique. Yet that same endless evolution meant different people would cultivate entirely different results from Tianyan Tulu, making it difficult to guide.
Among the Tianyan Tulu cultivators Wang Qi knew, Ai Qinglan had already reached another level, one he could not comprehend at all. Mao Zimiao, meanwhile, had only just begun, and her path was tied to her own Demon Race gifts, offering Wang Qi little reference.
Now, he finally had the chance to observe a Tianyan Tulu cultivator of the same realm up close. How could that not make his heart itch at the sight of prey?
Sun Sheng felt thoroughly uncomfortable under his gaze and frowned. "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, sorry. It's my first time observing a Qi Refining disciple who has cultivated Tianyan Tulu to this extent at close range. I got excited when I saw something worthwhile."
Sun Sheng