Qianshan glanced at Lin Fan nearby and said solemnly, "I know Master Lin truly has some ability."
"But there is always someone better out there. It isn't as though no one is more powerful than Master Lin."
"At the very least, I know of some masters who have lived in seclusion for years who could once perform the miracles Master Lin has worked."
Were there really people even more powerful?
Han Bing thought about the information she knew. Although she had been a captain for years, her clearance wasn't as high as one might imagine. When she tried to look up information on many masters, she lacked the clearance to examine it in much detail.
"Hahaha, this fellow is right."
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
Everyone looked over. It was Lin Fan, who had finished cultivating.
Lin Fan rose and sat on the sofa. He didn't deliberately release his aura, but intermittent waves of pressure involuntarily fell upon Qianshan.
Qianshan's expression changed slightly. He had watched Lin Fan's livestreams and knew how skilled he was at fortune-telling.
He just hadn't expected Lin Fan's cultivation to be equally astonishing.
"Captain Han Bing, Qianshan does have a point. There is always someone better out there. I've always firmly believed that there must be people in this world more powerful than me."
Lin Fan picked up the invitation. He could tell at a glance that it was a Spirit Talisman. Anyone who could use a Spirit Talisman as an invitation clearly had considerable ability.
He performed a finger calculation, trying to determine who had made the invitation.
The next moment.
Surprise crossed Lin Fan's face. He could only uncover one piece of information: the person who had made the invitation was Qianshan's master.
The rest of the information seemed shrouded in