The Holy Maiden of Qingqiu was utterly astonished. In one year, with her own stockpiled resources, she had forcibly reached the peak of Dao Seeking.
As for this so-called master, Ye Tian—if not for her misgivings about his identity as a member of the Heaven Mending Sect, the Holy Maiden of Qingqiu would have long since made her move and erased Ye Tian.
The other disciples had progressed swiftly as well. In particular, the incarnation of the Great Feng King had infiltrated the sect. Though he arrived several months later than she had, he had reached a point where he could stand toe-to-toe with her in merely a few months.
She was the Senior Disciple Sister, while the Great Feng King had become everyone's Senior Disciple Brother. One sect had two leading disciples. Though Ye Tian had never distinguished between them, they themselves had formed such an understanding. Yet despite their constant struggle, the man seemed almost wholly unaware of it. Over the past year or so, there had not been the slightest progress in his cultivation aura. Not only she, but even the Great Feng King had begun to look down on Ye Tian, the sect leader of the Heaven Mending Sect.
Some of them had even begun to wonder whether Ye Tian had never lied, and whether this Heaven Mending Sect had long ceased to be the Heaven Mending Sect from the river of history—merely sharing the same name by coincidence.
Could this whole affair have been nothing but a farce staged through the cooperation of countless people?
If that were truly the case, the Holy Maiden of Qingqiu believed that not only she, nor only the Great Feng King, but countless factions would tear Ye Tian to pieces.
Yet today, this seemingly ordinary sect leader at the