"Probably... there's not much hope..."
Forty or fifty compressions in the Embryonic Breath Realm-this figure truly frightened Wen Xingtian!
His instinctive thought was that if she could manage forty or fifty compressions in Embryonic Breathing, wouldn't she have managed over a hundred at Innate? When advancing from Core Origin to Infant Transformation, even half that number, twenty-odd times... would not merely be unprecedented; there would probably never be anyone to match her again!
"Doesn't that mean the Nine Heavens Pavilion has picked up a treasure?"
Wen Xingtian was filled with envy.
Hearing Wen Xingtian say this, Zuo Xiaoduo became even more dejected, his face dispirited and his spirits flagging.
"But... but how is that possible?" The more Wen Xingtian thought about it, the more inconceivable it seemed.
Had anyone else said this, Wen Xingtian reckoned he might have hit them!
What utter bullshit!
But these words came from Zuo Xiaoduo, and Zuo Xiaoduo had genuinely undergone more than twenty compressions. Moreover, it would be no exaggeration to say that those twenty-odd compressions of his equaled a hundred or two hundred for anyone else... With such a freak truly existing right before his eyes, Wen Xingtian could hardly help entertaining all sorts of suspicions, half believing and half doubting.
He kept feeling that something like this was unrealistic.
The appearance of just one such freak would shake the continent. And both sister and brother were like this?
That couldn't be very likely, could it?
What sort of heredity would that take?
"I came today for three things."
Wen Xingtian said, "First, to spar with you two... For the coming stretch of time, I'll be busy with the other students. For at least half a month, I'll hardly have time to look after you."
"The second thing is... quite a few experts