"You're saying my cultivation regressed, that I even became a cripple, all because of you? What kind of joke is that?!"
"That is indeed the reason, but this old man had no choice..."
"Fuck *********"
Atop a mountain peak, Xiao Yan stared at the old man floating before him, his mouth spewing a torrent of foul obscenities.
Faced with the insults, the old man showed little reaction. A smile remained on his face, as though Xiao Yan were cursing someone else entirely.
"Enough, stop cursing. I'll compensate you..." Only after Xiao Yan had cursed himself nearly hoarse did the old man speak again.
"Compensation? All you fucking know is compensation! Do you know how I've spent these past two and a half years? Do you?!" The moment he heard the word "compensation," Xiao Yan grew even angrier and roared hysterically.
"I can restore your cultivation..."
"Now that I know the reason, do you think I still need your help to restore my cultivation?" Xiao Yan paused, calmed himself somewhat, then spoke again.
Xiao Yan remained wary of the old man before him. Pies did not fall from the sky. Since this man could siphon away his cultivation once, perhaps he could do it a second time, a third time...
"Don't worry. I won't siphon away your cultivation again. Given your current situation, without my help, you won't be able to catch up to that young lady within three years..." the old man said with a smile.
"Is she that strong?" Xiao Yan could not help asking.
"Her talent is hardly inferior to yours. She is already at the third level of the Spirit Condensation Realm. Tell me, is she strong or not?" The old man stroked his beard and spoke leisurely.
Hearing this, Xiao Yan immediately fell silent, his expression