"Nephew Mian Yue, you flatter me. This is a young friend of mine, Shen Luo. He has not joined the Great Tang Government Office," Cheng Yaojin said.
"Not under the Government Office?" Moon-Sleeping Lay Buddhist and Qinghua Immortal Aunt both showed a trace of surprise.
"This young friend is named Shen Luo. He gained quite a bit of fame in the previous war, so the two of you should have heard of him," Cheng Yaojin said.
"So it was him." Moon-Sleeping Lay Buddhist and Qinghua Immortal Aunt came to a realization.
Shen Luo had made quite a name for himself early in the Ghost Calamity War with the Pure Yang Sword Embryo. Later, he and Lu Huaming had destroyed the summoning formation at the Body Refining Altar, making his reputation soar. Even high-level cultivators like Moon-Sleeping Lay Buddhist and Qinghua Immortal Aunt had heard of him.
I remember this Shen Luo is an independent cultivator. He was only at the Early Soul Condensation Stage before, yet he advanced to the Out-of-Body Stage so quickly. He must have taken some pill that stimulated his potential, or cultivated some secret technique with a similar effect. I had thought he was a genius, but he turned out to be someone eager for quick success. Moon-Sleeping Lay Buddhist had met Shen Luo once when the Jing River Dragon King reclaimed the dragon head, and he secretly shook his head.
Qinghua Immortal Aunt wore a cold expression, and a trace of disdain also flashed through her eyes.
At that moment, the roiling blue waves in midair suddenly dispersed at high speed, while the terrifying pressure shrouding the sky gradually faded away.
However, the yellow sand light enveloping the entire house remained dense and continued to churn. It seemed Shen Luo would not be coming out