My Master's Strength Is No Ordinary Matter

Wang Ziwei giggled from the side. "Xiang'er's right, Pavilion Master. Your master is only at the sixth level of the Golden Core Realm—his cultivation is even lower than yours."

Chen Changming looked a little awkward at that.

Mo Lengyao's expression shifted. She glared at the two women, then quickly explained to Chen Changming, "Master, that's just how things are at Miaoyin Pavilion. The three of us sisters speak pretty casually, and sometimes we don't think before we talk..."

"Never mind."

Chen Changming smiled and nodded.

He could tell the three women were close. Otherwise, they wouldn't have joked around like that.

"So he really is your master?"

Qin Xiang'er caught on to something and looked surprised.

"Would I make that up?"

Mo Lengyao replied irritably.

Wang Ziwei blinked. "Pavilion Master, is your master skilled in alchemy, artifact refining, or formations?"

"Don't bother guessing."

Mo Lengyao licked her alluring red lips. A proud look appeared in her eyes as she thrust out her full chest and declared, "My master is a Body Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm."

"A Body Cultivator?"

"The Nascent Soul Realm?"

Qin Xiang'er and Wang Ziwei exchanged a glance, both deeply shocked.

Nascent Soul Realm Body Cultivators were exceedingly rare in the Illusion Star Sea.

Where had the Pavilion Master found one?

A commotion arose outside the main hall.

"Senior, you can't just barge in. This is an important area of Miaoyin Pavilion," a woman said.

"I'm here to see Mo Lengyao. Do I need to announce myself? Get out of my way, you're blocking my view."

A cold snort rang out.

Then came two loud thuds, followed by the screams of two women.

Inside the main hall, the three women's expressions changed.

"Not good. It's Green Robe Ancestor."

Qin Xiang'er's face turned pale.

"Pavilion Master, hurry