To give Qing Lin's body time to recover, Xiao Yan decided to stay in Black Rock City for another month. Only after she had fully recovered did he set off for the Tagor Desert. Of course, he took Qing Lin with him this time.
Worried that Qing Lin might not be able to withstand the desert climate, he specially refined a batch of pills. They had no other effects beyond making the body feel cool, but they served as a good remedy for the heat.
Although Xiao Yan had spent the month looking after Qing Lin, he had not neglected his cultivation. By his estimate, the density of the Dou Qi within him should already have reached the level of a Two-Star Dou Wang.
Such strength was already exceptional in the Jia Ma Empire, enough to qualify him to compete for a place among the so-called Ten Great Experts. Naturally, Xiao Yan cared nothing for such empty fame. He knew very well that those Ten Great Experts were only the ones on the surface. Who knew which forgotten nook or cranny might hide a reclusive Dou Emperor?
Although advancing as a Dou Wang could not be as quick as advancing through the earlier ranks, Xiao Yan's cultivation speed still ensured that he could steadily gain one or two stars every few months. At this rate, he estimated that he would need no more than another two years before he could attempt to break through to Dou Emperor.
A twelve- or thirteen-year-old Dou Emperor—if word of such strength got out, who knew how great an uproar it would cause? Even in a place like the Central Plains, he would be a peerless genius, one in ten thousand. Surely even among those Ancient Clans with Dou Di Bloodlines, someone like him would