On the ground, Lan Xian'er and Lan Xin'er were both practicing their swordsmanship.
"Young Master Ye."
Seeing Ye Chen emerge, the two stopped.
"Over these three months, you've both improved greatly. Miss Xin'er, your sword has become more decisive than before. Your Sword Intent reaching the seventh rank is just around the corner. Miss Xian'er, your basic swordsmanship has improved every day. Given another three months, you should more or less be able to enter the hall and ascend the chamber. From here on, you'll have to rely on your own efforts. Relying on others can only carry you for a while."
Ye Chen's gaze was gentle as water as it swept across the two of them. It seemed that none of their secrets were secrets in his eyes.
"Young Master Ye, are you going to Blazing Fire City?" Lan Xin'er asked.
"I've been on Firebird Star for some time now. It's time to look around. When we meet again, I hope to see brand-new versions of you. Farewell." Having said that, Ye Chen rose directly into the air and flew toward the city outskirts.
"He really leaves the moment he says he's leaving!"
Lan Xin'er pursed her lips.
"Don't worry. The next time we meet, I, Lan Xian'er, will have improved enough to shock you." Lan Xian'er murmured, her gaze resolute.
The greater the pressure, the greater the progress. The pressure on life stars is still too weak.
In the skies beyond the city, Ye Chen thought to himself.
Lan Xian'er and Lan Xin'er's talents were not much weaker than Dugu Jue and the others from the True Spirit Continent. Yet at the same cultivation level, their combat strength left much to be desired. On the True Spirit Continent, the Alien Race Calamity was the nightmare in everyone's