"Dou Di?!"
"Teacher, you aren't joking, are you?!"
As Xiao Yan sat with his eyes closed, regulating his breathing, Yao Lao's urgent, shaken voice suddenly rang out in his mind. He nearly stumbled out of his cultivation state, then snapped his eyes open, utterly bewildered.
Dou Di?
That was a being of legend.
Thanks to Chu Zhou's appearance, he now knew that Yao Lao had been a Nine-Turn Peak Dou Zun and an Eighth Grade Peak Alchemist at his strongest, and had founded Starfall Pavilion, one of the continent's foremost powers, in the Central Plains.
Whenever he had nothing to do lately, he would pester Yao Chen for stories about his past. His horizons had broadened considerably.
He knew that no Dou Di had appeared on the Dou Qi Continent for over ten thousand years.
How could one suddenly have appeared at the Xiao Clan in Wutan City?
Could his humble little Xiao Clan actually have some connection to a Dou Di?
"I got carried away. What's happening before my eyes is as rare as seeing a Dou Di. Hurry out here. Young Chu Zhou is here," Yao Chen continued through voice transmission, his tone urging him on.
Xiao Yan dared not delay. He quickly rose and headed for the door.
Meanwhile, shock still lingered on Yao Lao's face.
He had lived for many years, hailed from a Dou God Clan, and weathered countless storms. He had seen plenty of geniuses and monstrous talents.
Yet this was his first time seeing someone like Chu Zhou, with three women of such extraordinary, terrifying potential gathered around him at once!
His soul power had long since reached the perfection of the Spirit Realm, giving him exceptionally keen perception.
That brief glance alone had told him most of what he needed to know