"Could you tell me how your strength realms are divided?"
Ye Lin picked up the teapot, poured the old man a cup, and set it before him. Then he asked slowly.
"Very simple. Third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Celestial Man."
The old man drained the tea in one gulp and answered blandly. He did not ask why Ye Lin was ignorant of such common knowledge. Anyone who could open a teahouse in such a desolate place was no simple person.
The rules of the martial world: ask less, speak less, do less.
After hearing the old man's words, Ye Lin nodded. There were quite a few realms.
However, he had also discovered that the old man before him was one of those so-called martial artists. Judging by the intensity of the current within his body, he was at Qi Refining Level 7. Though the current inside the old man was weak, it was indeed strengthening his body.
Perhaps this was what martial artists called inner force?
But if the old man fought a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator, perhaps the old man could win, because his body's strength hovered around Qi Refining Levels 8 or 9.
Just a minor body-refining martial artist.
"Alright, I've learned what I needed to know. Time to leave."
At that moment, Ye Lin picked up a small stone from the ground. With a sweep of his right hand, the little stone instantly turned into a piece of silver. He placed the silver on the wooden table, then turned and left.
Just a minor spell.
Ye Lin had not even taken two steps when the ground began to tremble faintly. The next moment, more than a dozen horses came galloping over, finally stopping steadily in front of him. More than a dozen burly men clad