Before the words had even faded, Ye Fan's expression changed abruptly. Astonishment flickered across his face, followed by a rush of emotions that turned him blue, purple, red, and green, as colorful as a dye shop thrown open for business.
"Why go this far and offer such a grand bow? Please, get up."
Lin Xian smiled warmly. Though he told Ye Fan to rise, he showed not the slightest intention of helping him up. Instead, he took out a device from the Eternal Starfield to capture the moment for posterity.
"This-this isn't scientific!"
Ye Fan was so agitated that even the expressions of his homeland slipped out. He truly could not hold himself together anymore.
"What you call science is merely induction and deduction, building on the foundations of those who came before to develop branches of your own."
Lin Xian emphasized his point. Where there was one, there could be two. Since Ye Fan could reach seventh-heaven Quasi-Emperor, it was perfectly reasonable for him to reach seventh-heaven Quasi-Emperor too.
A lone piece of evidence proved nothing, as the saying went. But now there were two examples, which made things much more normal.
"A high-level Quasi-Emperor barely over a hundred years old? Normal, my ass!"
Ye Fan swore, pointing at Lin Xian indignantly as he said through gritted teeth, "Are you even following the secret realm method anymore? You're overturning the ancient history of cultivation! You're the criminal mastermind shattering the Dao hearts of cultivators across the ages!"
"Aren't you only a little over a hundred yourself?"
Speechless, Lin Xian used the Saintly Battle Art to manifest a Void Mirror and handed it over, motioning for Ye Fan to take a look at himself. Was he really not blushing as he said that? He was the true archdemon of the