Xiao Qian finally stepped out of Wind Thunder Gorge. Though he looked slightly weary, nothing could hide his high spirits.
Like a massive boulder plunging into a tranquil lake, his return instantly sent towering waves crashing through the entire Misty Cloud Sect.
Even while Xiao Qian was making one breakthrough after another in Wind Thunder Gorge, reaching its seventeenth level, the news had sprouted wings and spread wildly throughout the sect.
At first, many disciples wore expressions of utter disbelief when they heard.
After all, the deeper one ventured into Wind Thunder Gorge, the more its dangers multiplied exponentially. In the past, the disciples who could reach even the ninth level could be counted on one hand, let alone the mysterious, perilous seventeenth level.
"Hmph, someone must be making this up. How could a newly admitted disciple possibly reach a place like that? They're probably just trying to grab attention."
"Exactly. Do you have any idea what the seventeenth level means? Even our deacons and elders don't dare set foot there lightly. If you ask me, it's probably a false rumor."
Yet as more and more people saw Xiao Qian's name prominently listed at the seventeenth level on the Record Stone at the gorge's entrance, the doubts gradually faded, replaced by boundless shock and wonder.
And the moment Xiao Qian actually walked out of Wind Thunder Gorge, the entire Misty Cloud Sect became a powder keg set alight, erupting into an uproar.
Disciples dropped what they were doing and surged toward Xiao Qian like a tide, all eager to catch a glimpse of this new disciple who had worked a miracle and see just what extraordinary figure he was.
"Look! That's Xiao Qian! He really came out of Wind Thunder Gorge! He actually reached the seventeenth level!"
"Heavens, he looks