The next day, June 28, the midday sunlight fell over the Chen Clan Villa in Chang'an City, bathing it in peace and tranquility.
Suddenly, a fierce streak of sword light slashed across the sky like a falling meteor, leaving a long trail in its wake. The Seven Kill Sword came tearing through the air, carrying boundless might.
In the garden before the Council Hall, Chen Cong and Long Ma sat facing each other, sipping tea and discussing the Way in a leisurely atmosphere.
Beside them, Little Xixi hung her head, her face filled with bewilderment and frustration.
Her pretty face tightened as she complained, "Fine, you went out and hunted a soul beast, but how did Xiao Yi's soul power level suddenly reach 45? Fifteen levels in seven days? That's ridiculous!"
In the several months since she had arrived on the continent, her own soul power level had only risen by one, reaching level 33.
"Xiao Yi was three levels below me before she left, and now she's twelve levels above me in the blink of an eye. Even Little Xiaojun gained two levels," Xixi continued to grumble.
Had Xixi been from Blue Star, she would surely have wailed, "My defenses are shattered, fam! Does anyone know how this feels?"
Zhu Wuneng also wore a mournful expression. "Young Master, Sister Xiao Yi, you're advancing way too fast! How are the rest of us supposed to survive?"
Even Zhu Hefeng couldn't resist chiming in. "Wuneng, you have the nerve to say that? You're only level 23. As the young master's follower, if you won't focus on cultivating, how will you protect him in the future?"
Zhu Wuneng's right hand tightened slightly inside his sleeve, then slowly relaxed.
Then he broke into a radiant smile, showing his white teeth. "You're absolutely right,