When Luo Bingxin heard Lin Yi insult her, she felt nothing but disdain, even a trace of secret satisfaction.
Ever since the day she had met Lin Yi, she had been deeply affected by the aura surrounding him.
When they first met, she had been struck by his organizational status, which had been utterly disproportionate to his strength. Even then, she had attached great importance to this young man she barely knew.
When Lin Yi had first joined the Dark Prosperity Organization, he had merely been an inconspicuous nobody with an extremely low Divine Power Level.
Yet as time passed, Luo Bingxin discovered that his strength had drawn ever closer to hers, until he had reached a point where she simply could not contend with him.
In the decisive battle ten years ago, the strength Lin Yi displayed had already surpassed anything Luo Bingxin could hope to reach. Back then, she could only hide miserably behind the Four Corpse Kings and watch as Lin Yi became the center of this era's storms, even influencing the direction of the Three Realms and Six Paths to a certain extent.
Lin Yi had completed that entire transformation in less than two years. Then there was herself—she believed she had given everything, yet in truth, she had drifted through so many years in a haze. The contrast was truly lamentable.
Now, Luo Bingxin believed that she had become a powerhouse capable of standing on her own. Though her Divine Power Level was not at the very top, she could rely on her Winged Dragon Divine Armor to contend with experts who possessed A-Grade Divine Power.
Lin Yi had concealed his aura extremely well.
At first glance, one would think that his strength had not changed much from ten years ago—that he had not improved