Zhao Fu looked at the multicolored account and immediately had a bad feeling. Only mighty experts could possess such accounts, while he was merely a counterfeit. He had somehow obtained a supreme account without knowing why.
But if the person on the other side truly was a mighty expert, Zhao Fu did not have the courage to deal with them. The terror of encountering a true mighty expert outside the Land of Inheritance resurfaced in his mind. It was not something Zhao Fu could contend against now.
Faced with the account's question, Zhao Fu was also utterly baffled, having no idea what the Sacred Realm was.
The Golden Dragon rolled its eyes within Zhao Fu's body. "Zhao Fu! You don't even know that? It's the Sacred Dao comprehended when one's cultivation breaks through to the ninth stage. This person is very likely a true mighty expert, so you'd better have less contact with them."
Hearing this, Zhao Fu understood. However, his cultivation was only at the seventh stage; how could he possibly speak of realizations after the ninth stage?
Upon hearing the Golden Dragon say that this person might be a real mighty expert, Zhao Fu immediately became vigilant. Was I acting too pretentiously? Did I actually draw in a real mighty expert?
Facing this question from someone who might be a mighty expert, Zhao Fu did not dare reply at all. The methods of mighty experts could defy the heavens, and there was no need for Zhao Fu to take such a risk when there was nothing to gain.
Yet at that moment, the person on the other side sent another message. "Don't worry! I bear no ill will, and I know that you are merely a minor cultivator."
"Uh..."
Zhao Fu felt somewhat awkward. In the chat area,