Late-night talk, Xiao Yan's envy

Zhou Changqing's soul was quite strong now.

After five months of pushing his body to its limits, passing out again and again under repeated torment, his soul power had grown tremendously.

Even he was not quite sure how far it had come.

He remembered that soul cultivation on the Dou Qi Continent was divided into four realms.

The mortal realm, spirit realm, heaven realm, and finally, emperor realm.

The spirit realm was out of the question.

Although Zhou Changqing had never encountered a soul in the spirit realm, he was certain of that.

Over these five months, he had never felt his soul undergo that sort of dramatic, precipitous transformation.

So his soul should still have been in the mortal realm.

Of course, it definitely was not in the early mortal realm. By his own estimate, Zhou Changqing thought it should be in the late stage.

It might only have been the mortal realm, but the souls of the vast majority of people on the Dou Qi Continent never went beyond that boundary.

The spirit realm was a level only Eighth-Tier Alchemists or Dou Sheng Experts could reach.

Even among Dou Zun, those with spirit realm souls were exceedingly rare.

It could be said that late mortal realm soul power was already quite impressive.

Many Dou Zong experts could not even reach that level.

As such, Zhou Changqing's soul perception was exceptionally keen. Now, even Medusa could not easily evade his senses.

Looking at Xiao Yan across the table, how could Zhou Changqing not understand why he had failed to sense him earlier, only discovering him once he had crept right up before his eyes?

There could be no explanation other than Yao Lao, the former Venerable Yao.

"Old Xiao, what are you doing here?"

Although he knew what Xiao