Enhancing Might

"To be honest, we could tell it was impressive just now, but Senior Brother Lin, what method did you use?"

"Yeah, those people dropped in an instant."

They had already walked quite a long way.

Yet Xu Mao was still dwelling on it, eager to learn a move or two from Lin Feng.

But he knew that was unrealistic right now, and Lin Feng had not offered to teach him anything.

"They were only minor tricks. Let's keep moving."

They had not yet reached their destination.

Another group arrived from this side, apparently from a different sect.

"Judging by your clothes, you should be disciples of the Profound Sword Sect, right?"

"Why are you only here now? I remember everyone had already gone in by this time in previous years."

Hearing that, Xu Ping had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next moment, those people began mocking them, saying that in the last grand competition—

—they had lost so miserably, yet this time they actually wanted to use this chance to enter the illusion realm.

That was nothing but a pipe dream.

Yet hearing this, they did not get angry.

They merely smiled faintly, because Xu Ping knew there was no need to lower himself to the same level as these people.

What they did and what he did were simply not on the same plane. Rather than waste time with them here, he might as well think of something useful.

"What this senior brother says makes sense."

"Though the others may differ from our present situation, everyone now has their own needs."

"And we did not come here for anything in particular. We simply feel that improving our strength would be good as well."

Their patience surprised Lin Feng, because in his impression—

—the people of this sect were