"Xia Ping!"
When Qiu Xue, Nangong Wu, and Su Mei saw Xia Ping arrive before them, shock filled their beautiful eyes. The aura emanating from Xia Ping was simply far too powerful now.
Previously, they could at least barely sense the gap between themselves and Xia Ping, feeling that he was like an insurmountable mountain. But now, it was completely different.
They could no longer perceive the gap between themselves and Xia Ping. They could only sense greatness—nothing but greatness could describe it. Like a deity, he had surpassed the bounds of imagination.
In fact, they had also met many Dharma Image Realm elders of the Bright Moon Pavilion, and those elders had likewise been unfathomable. Yet they still could not compare to Xia Ping now. Their levels of strength were simply not on the same plane.
"After not seeing you for half a year, you've all put on quite a bit of weight."
Xia Ping stroked his chin and looked Qiu Xue and the other two up and down.
"Pah! Who put on weight? Shameless!"
Qiu Xue, Nangong Wu, and Su Mei each spat at Xia Ping, gritting their teeth in anger as their faces flushed red. After half a year apart, they had thought Xia Ping might say something nice. Who would have thought that the first thing out of his mouth would be that they had gotten fat? This was simply outrageous—picking at the pot that wouldn't boil. The man really did not know how to speak and was asking for a beating.
Still, they felt rather guilty. For the past half year, they had eaten and drunk well in the Mountain River Bead space, living in comfort and idleness. When they had free time, they planted flowers and grass and whatnot. Perhaps they really had put