"Senior Brother Gao! Senior Brother Gao! You made it! You made it!"
Deng Ziyue caught sight of the name displayed unmistakably in tenth place on the Gold Ranking-Gao Yuliang-and immediately turned around, shouting to Gao Yuliang with excitement all over his face.
By then, tears were already streaming down Gao Yuliang's face, his eyes bloodshot.
"Good... good... good..." He struggled to force out the words in a hoarse voice.
His voice was filled with excitement and trembled; clearly, his emotions had surged to such an extreme that even his throat had grown hoarse.
After all, he was a cultivator at peak Qi Refining, his body long since freed of a mortal's frailty.
Through years upon years of tempering with magic power, his flesh had been washed over by spiritual energy and magic power countless times, making it harder than mortals' hundred-times-forged steel.
That showed just how overwhelmed with excitement Gao Yuliang was!
He gripped the hand Deng Ziyue extended to him tightly, yet could not utter a single complete sentence.
He simply held on tightly, as though he wanted to convey all his joy and gratitude through that hand.
Deng Ziyue naturally understood how Gao Yuliang felt at that moment. He let him hold his hand and said with a smile:
"Senior Brother Gao, next you'll have to make proper preparations for the items to aid your Foundation Establishment."
"Thank... you..."
Tears filled Gao Yuliang's eyes, and he could not tear his gaze away from the Gold Ranking in the sky. His mind churned like rivers overturning and seas raging, all manner of thoughts flooding in.
The joy of being tested with a middle-grade spiritual root in his clan as a child, the look in his parents' eyes as they hoped their son would become an immortal, his clan elders'