"Eh? It actually broke through its defenses?"
"That strength of yours... no wonder Elder Zheng sang your praises."
Zhong Ziyin watched his clean, decisive movements.
A flicker of surprise appeared on his face.
The other two could not help exchanging astonished looks.
"You really are at Three Refinements?"
A glimmer flashed through Zhou Yingxue's clear eyes. As she spoke, she shook her head. "That shouldn't be possible. Though this Mystic Turtle has yet to undergo three calamities, even an ordinary Internal Strengthening martial artist could not break through its defenses so easily."
"This level of strength..."
"If my assessment is correct, it should be no weaker than an Internal Strengthening martial artist who has cultivated Mystic Power."
Once she finished speaking, the other two revealed strange looks at the same time.
Hearing this, Qin Jiu reined in his thoughts slightly. Without betraying anything, he drew his long saber and said, "You flatter me, Senior Brothers. I was simply born stronger than most, and with this graded sharp blade, I was able to pierce the gaps in this beast's scales."
"Is that so?"
The three nodded noncommittally.
They had no intention of pressing the matter.
After all, martial artists
all had more or less a few secrets. To keep questioning him would be rather lacking in manners.
"Now that this junior brother has gotten what he wished for, I must thank you all, Senior Brothers." Qin Jiu cupped his hands. "If any of you have need of the servants here, simply give the word. This junior brother shall not remain here to disturb you."
After offering his thanks, he took his leave.
The three readily agreed as well.
Not long after, Qin Jiu hurried back to the East Wing and focused his mind once more on the Red Seal.
A black