But now was not the time to say that. Zhao Ling could feel the almost murderous look in Qian Xunji's eyes.
Zhao Ling hurriedly handed Qian Renxue back to Qian Xunji, an awkward smile on his face.
"Well... Teacher, if there's nothing else, I'll go find Dong'er now. I-I'm off..."
Before Zhao Ling had finished speaking, Qian Xunji's vision blurred, and his figure vanished from sight, leaving Qian Xunji somewhat dumbfounded.
This fellow's strength was becoming more and more unfathomable. He clearly shouldn't have reached rank 99 yet, so how could his strength be advancing so outrageously?
But Qian Xunji knew this fellow's strength could not be judged by ordinary standards. Who could have imagined that four years ago, just after reaching rank 95, he had exchanged blows with Qian Xunji's father?
That fight had ended in a draw. Of course, his father hadn't used his full strength. According to him, he had used eighty percent.
But his father had told him that Zhao Ling hadn't used his full strength either, and might not even have used fifty percent. Qian Xunji had been utterly shaken when he heard that.
Whatever level Zhao Ling's strength had reached now, Qian Xunji didn't dare dwell on it. All he knew was that he had been remarkably wise and decisive back then, readily presiding over the engagement ceremony between Zhao Ling and his only disciple.
Otherwise, binding this fellow to Spirit Hall now probably wouldn't have been so easy.
Previously, the Heaven Dou Empire had even tried to snatch him away, granting him some blasted Imperial Family Consecrated Elder title.
Qian Xunji found that laughable. Zhao Ling was a Titled Douluo who was who knew how many times stronger than him. How could a mere Imperial Family Consecrated Elder title, a Prince's Mansion, and