The Wushan Profound Iron Mine lay roughly a million li from Black Mountain Fortress.
To Su Mo, that distance was hardly worth mentioning; he could reach it in moments.
However, they flew at low altitude and did not advance quickly. For one thing, the troops they led were not particularly strong, and many were even Martial Emperor Realm martial artists.
For another, they had to remain cautious to avoid an ambush by the Blood Eyed Tribe.
After all, the Blood Eyed Tribe were not fools. They would not simply sit there and wait to be killed.
"Captain Su, you appear to be only around forty years old. To have achieved what you have today is truly remarkable!"
Along the way, Huo Yi proved quite talkative and chatted idly with Su Mo.
"This little achievement is not worth mentioning beside General Huo's," Su Mo said with a smile.
"Captain Su, you are too modest. I am already eight hundred years old, yet I have only reached the Martial Venerable Realm, Fifth Layer. Without some great opportunity in this life, I fear it will be difficult for me to reach the high-level Martial Venerable realm!" Huo Yi said, shaking his head.
His potential had already been exhausted. He had been stuck at the Martial Venerable Realm, Fifth Layer for more than a century. Without a great opportunity in the future, the Martial Venerable Realm Sixth Level would likely be the end of his martial path.
In martial cultivation, the period of greatest potential and fastest progress was before one hundred years of age.
Thus, one hundred years was a dividing line, and the younger generation referred to martial artists under one hundred.
Those who became a Saint at one hundred years old possessed boundless talent and equally boundless future potential.
"General Huo