Time flowed on...
Night fell, the moonlight clear and bright, the evening breeze gentle.
Zhao Village, Xie Jinghan's courtyard.
Seven full days had passed since Zhao Feng underwent his Foundation Establishment lightning tribulation on Little Azure Mountain.
Throughout those seven days, Xie Jinghan had been unable to shake the shock in his heart.
Countless ideas burst through his mind, but he had failed to grasp any of them.
That Foundation Establishment lightning tribulation had utterly overturned his understanding.
Though technology had been advanced in his previous life, there had been no talk of contending with Heaven.
Still less had he imagined that a human could triumph over Heaven.
Knock, knock, knock...!
Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside Xie Jinghan's courtyard.
"Brother Jinghan, are you there? I've come for a chat."
The voice was bright and familiar, carrying a touch of youthful exuberance. It was Zhao Feng.
Xie Jinghan's mind tensed slightly. Despite his current cultivation, he had failed to notice anyone outside his gate—and there were three of them.
"Come in!"
He gathered his thoughts and spoke in a low voice.
The courtyard gate was gently pushed open, and three figures slowly walked inside.
Zhao Feng was in the lead.
He had now completely shed the awkward innocence of a village boy. His aura was entirely contained, making him seem unremarkable, yet a faint, invisible air of power surrounded him.
Xie Jinghan could no longer fathom his depths.
Two guards stood behind Zhao Feng, their bearing tall and straight. Their auras were like abysses beneath the sea, immeasurably deep.
The three entered the courtyard.
Xie Jinghan rose and cupped his hands in greeting, not daring to neglect the courtesies.
"Feng, honored seniors, please sit. My courtyard is humble; please forgive me."
Zhao Feng surveyed the courtyard and gave