Qin Yan's ability to enter the Mystic Sanctuary was something she greatly admired.
It proved that his talent was truly formidable.
Qin Yan smiled at her words.
"Alright."
He had nothing better to do anyway, so there was no harm in telling her a little.
As Qin Yan explained, the three people beside him also pricked up their ears and listened.
They might not have thought much of Qin Yan's strength, but they were deeply curious about the Mystic Sanctuary—the greatest power in the Mystic Realm and one of the strongest forces in the Ten Thousand Realms.
When would they normally have such an opportunity?
To hear a Sanctuary disciple personally speak of the Sanctuary was a rare stroke of fortune.
Qin Yan had not been in the Sanctuary for long, so he only briefly described the process of climbing the Heavenly Stairway and the battles during the End-of-Month Assessment.
Naturally, he did not mention himself.
He spoke only of the true monsters—Huang Jiuli's meteoric rise, the shock of Lin Ruoxi's seven perfected sword intents, the oppressive might of Long Aotian, the Dragon Emperor's Son...
As they listened to Qin Yan's account, astonishment appeared on their faces.
Second Grade intent, domains, Spirit Weapons with Hundreds of Patterns, fighting above one's level, Innate Divine Anomalies, special Physiques—those legendary things actually existed!
Was this the strength of the Mystic Sanctuary's monsters?
They truly were powerful! Truly terrifying!
"Young Master Qin Yan, what class of disciple are you?"
At that moment, one of the escorts, Zhou Yuanqing, could not help asking.
Qin Yan smiled. "I happen to be one of the mere 113 Special-Class Disciples."
The moment Qin Yan finished speaking, the other three escorts were briefly stunned.
Then they laughed. "Young Master Qin Yan, don't joke with us."
They were native Martial