And at that very moment.
Tongtian had broken every last seal.
By now, he had tested some of them.
There was no need to keep testing.
But at that point, Tongtian still decided to probe his disciples' reactions once more.
Then he heard Jinguang Xian mutter:
"But why do I feel like I sensed Master's aura?"
Hearing that.
Tongtian froze.
Then his old face involuntarily changed color.
Next came the Tiger Monster's words.
"No way. Is Master that lousy? A Saint who can't even beat a Quasi-Sage?"
"That shouldn't be possible!"
"But I did sense Master's aura..."
"Could Master be pretending? This... he's a little too weak, isn't he? Could he be doing it on purpose, letting us beat him up to get a feel for it?"
The Tiger Monster muttered.
And upon hearing that.
Off in the distance.
Tongtian's expression shifted again and again.
Damn it, this is humiliating!
Leaving everything else aside, my disciples beat me over and over, and in the end, I even had to use my Saint Realm cultivation.
This...
Fortunately, he had only leaked a trace.
He had barely exposed himself.
Otherwise, Tongtian could not even imagine how awkward it would have been to be recognized.
He let out a long breath.
He felt a little fortunate.
But things had already come to this, so that was that.
Tongtian felt that further testing would reveal nothing more.
The three disciples he had encountered were probably among the strongest in the sect.
As for the others, they should have been far beneath them...
Yes, that must be it.
Otherwise, how could every disciple in a sect have grown stronger?
How is that possible?
He had only been away for a thousand years.
Could a thousand years really bring such a tremendous change?
There was no