Tang San clearly remembered that before his master had left, the fluctuations of Soul Power around him had already reached an incomprehensibly terrifying, unfathomable level.
"Xiao Wu, do you think... when Master returns this time, could he already..."
Tang San swallowed, his voice trembling with a disbelief even he himself could hardly accept.
"Could he have already broken through Rank 90 and become a Title Douluo?"
"A Title Douluo?!"
Xiao Wu also sucked in a sharp breath, her beautiful eyes widening round.
"How... how could that be possible? Dad only broke through to Soul Saint five years ago!
In just five short years, crossing Spirit Douluo and directly challenging the Title Douluo realm?
That cultivation speed is far too monstrous!"
Though Xiao Wu said it was impossible, she vaguely sensed otherwise. If it was that man who had created countless miracles, then perhaps... he truly could do it!
Just as the two of them were filled with shock while speculating about Xue Bingchen's current realm—
"What? Discussing your master behind my back? Do you think I've been too lax with your training these past five years?"
A warm, clear voice with a hint of teasing suddenly sounded beside them without warning.
Tang San and Xiao Wu shuddered and abruptly turned around.
Less than three meters behind them, a tall, slender figure was somehow already standing quietly.
The newcomer wore snow-white robes, spotless and pristine.
His face remained as peerlessly handsome as ever, but compared to five years ago, he now carried an indescribable air of ethereality and depth.
He stood there casually, yet seemed to have merged with the heaven and earth around him. His entire body exuded an extraordinary grace, like an immortal descending into the mortal world.
It was as if he had broken through some shackle imposed