"That was all there was to my experience. It was nowhere near as eventful as yours, Junior Brother."
"You've already surpassed me by far!"
By the lakeside.
Countless sword shadows crisscrossed behind him.
Zhao Feng looked at Wang Ba, his eyes filled with wonder.
In just ten short years, Wang Ba had not only escaped the Heavenly Gate Sect through his own efforts, but also established himself in the Yan Kingdom and even participated in the maneuvering among its major sects.
He had even fought a gravely wounded Gold Core True Person until both were utterly spent.
The speed of Wang Ba's growth had truly exceeded Zhao Feng's expectations.
Beyond his amazement, he also felt immensely gratified.
He could still vaguely remember their first meeting that year, when Wang Ba had been nothing more than an insignificant servant disciple whom no one noticed.
Only thirty or forty years had passed since then.
When he himself had cultivated for thirty or forty years, he had only reached the tenth layer of Qi Refining.
By comparison, he had been nowhere near as dazzling as Wang Ba.
Wang Ba shook his head repeatedly. "You flatter me, Senior Brother. There was nothing eventful about it. I was merely drifting with the current, with no other choice."
This was not deliberate modesty. He genuinely thought so.
Over the years, the situation had changed constantly, and individuals caught within it could hardly remain unscathed.
Although his first nine years after arriving in the Yan Kingdom had been fairly comfortable, once the Incense Dao was driven back and the kingdom's sect forces returned, he inevitably found himself caught up in fresh troubles, constrained at every turn.
Compared with Zhao Feng's carefree freedom, traveling with sword in hand, such days naturally lacked much of life's flavor.
Zhao Feng