"I never imagined your experiences these past few years would be so rich, Senior Brother."
They moved to an uninhabited wilderness.
Wang Ba and Zhao Feng sat on the ground, discussing what each had gained during their years apart.
Listening to Zhao Feng briefly recount his experiences, Wang Ba could not help offering his heartfelt admiration.
When he had killed that slightly plump cultivator earlier, he had been surprised at how easily the man fell, but he had also been badly shaken.
When Zhao Feng suddenly appeared, he had thought another powerful enemy had arrived and nearly attacked.
The moment he made out the other man's face, he could hardly believe his eyes.
After all, encountering Zhao Feng outside the Eastern Saint Garrison would have been understandable, but meeting him outside the Swordwave Garrison was far too bizarre and coincidental.
Yet the affairs of the world truly were full of coincidences.
Zhao Feng had traveled south for an unknown distance, only to happen upon the vicinity of the Heavenly Gate Sect's garrison in the Yan Kingdom.
In fact, even without meeting Wang Ba, Zhao Feng would certainly have learned of the Swordwave Garrison's existence before long.
And it had to be said that Zhao Feng's experiences over the past few years truly deserved to be called rich.
Unlike Wang Ba, who had remained holed up in the Heavenly Gate Sect and only recently worked up the courage to venture out after reaching Foundation Establishment, Zhao Feng had undoubtedly experienced much more.
Since he had no physical body and was formed entirely from the Divine Soul within the Soul-Nourishing Pearl, he lacked defensive measures and had attracted the covetous attention of many demonic cultivators along the way.
All of them wanted to subdue him and take him as an asset.
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