"You've already reached Core Condensation?"
Bai Zhi stared at Mo Yun in astonishment, clearly never having expected him to reach Core Condensation so quickly.
Mo Yun gave a sheepish smile. "Just luck..."
Mo Yun wasn't surprised that Bai Zhi could see through his cultivation.
After all, her cultivation was even deeper than Xiao Changfeng's.
Even with his aura concealed, he had no secrets before someone like her.
Meanwhile, hearing Mo Yun admit it himself only deepened the astonishment on Bai Zhi's face.
She even wondered whether she was still dreaming.
After all, reaching Core Condensation at Mo Yun's age was simply incredible.
How old was he again?
According to what Qingxue said before, Little Mo is only sixteen this year?
A sixteen-year-old Core Condensation martial artist? Does that make any sense?
At that thought, Bai Zhi couldn't help sighing and thinking to herself:
It seems Little Mo's talent for the Martial Dao is no weaker than his talent for the Blade Dao. If he keeps going at this pace, becoming a Martial Saint will practically be nailed to the board. He might even blaze a new trail for the Martial Dao someday...
Doesn't that make the hope of getting Little Mo to transfer to the Blade Tower even slimmer?
For some reason, Bai Zhi couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.
Just then, Mo Yun offered her a Golden Spirit Fruit and pressed it into her hand. "Have some fruit, Senior Bai!"
Bai Zhi came back to her senses and feigned anger. "Why call me senior? You're making me sound old for no reason. Just call me Sister Bai!"
Mo Yun paused at her words and instinctively looked at her.
Her eyes were like autumn waters, her brows like distant ink-dark mountains, and her red lips full and soft. Her face