Saintess Jinling instinctively found it hard to believe. Others might not understand what this meant, but she was different. As the Saintess of the Eastern Emperor Sect, she knew the geniuses cultivated by the various factions best. Even among the three great superpowers around Changfeng County—the Demon Slaying Branch, Eastern Emperor Sect, and Imperial Dao Sect—the geniuses they raised would only reach around the True Martial Realm first or second level in their twenties.
Only in their thirties would they reach the True Martial Realm third or fourth level. Those slightly more heaven-defying might possibly attain the strength of the fifth level. Do not underestimate the difference of a single level; every level represented the limits of that person's future prospects.
Reaching the True Martial Realm seventh level in one's twenties could only be called inconceivable.
Fu Yunhe was equally stunned. He had never known Yang Chen's true age. Now he heard that Yang Chen was only in his twenties?
How could that be possible? Was this a joke? If he had reached the True Martial Realm seventh level in his twenties, then just how formidable would Yang Chen's future be?
"Impossible. If this brat surnamed Yang were really that formidable, would Great Emperor Bai Wei have casually sent him into a dragon's pool and tiger's den like this? Calling it training is far too absurd. Who would send such a genius out to train? There must be something false in this." With that thought, Fu Yunhe immediately sent a voice transmission to the men he had arranged long ago.
Indeed, just as Yang Chen had guessed, that was precisely what Fu Yunhe intended. Even if he could not pull Yang Chen down from the position of Gate Master, he still had to disgust him.
He had long since planted