The speed at which Xu Yan's Dao attainment had risen was truly frightening in their eyes.
Even though they knew Xu Yan possessed considerable talent and a fine root bone.
When Xu Yan had first entered the Immortal Treasury, however, he had only been at the ninth stage of qi exhalation. Back then, Fang Che had been at the third pulse opening stage, and Yan Qihu at the first.
Counting the days, only three and a half months had passed, yet Xu Yan was already approaching the seventh pulse opening stage. The two of them had each advanced only two stages.
"One day, Brother Xu, you will surely be a hidden dragon entering the sea!" Fang Che exclaimed.
Yan Qihu opened his mouth, his gaze trembling slightly as he looked at Xu Yan, but said nothing. He had always been outgoing and straightforward, yet now he had become somewhat cautious in his words and actions.
"What are you standing there for? Come sit down, Brother Yan."
"Mm... all right!"
Yan Qihu drew a deep breath.
The three sat around the table. Xu Yan intended to pour wine for them-after all, they were his guests-but Yan Qihu beat him to it.
Xu Yan's hand paused. He raised his eyes and glanced at him without saying anything, merely pushing his cup forward.
"Fine wine!"
Xu Yan immediately raised his cup with a smile and drained it.
As the spirit wine entered his belly, cool mystic qi spread through his limbs and bones. This was cold branch nectar, refined from the morning dew clinging to the branches and leaves of century-old spirit trees on Dragon Spine Mountain.
A pot was hardly cheap, costing thirty spirit stones. Its potency was even greater than that of a high-grade Foundation-Nourishing Pill.
Xu Yan glanced at the