Although Wei Zhongran's cultivation was powerful, he could not tell at a glance what Qianji's true form was. Otherwise, he would have recognized it as one of the Snow Mosquitoes from the Northern Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower.
After Li Yan paid his respects to Wei Zhongran and his wife, Zhao Min merely nodded at him faintly. There was none of the joy of a long-awaited reunion; her jade-like face remained peerlessly cold.
Wei Zhongran then began discussing certain cultivation questions with Li Yan. After listening for only a few sentences, Wei Zhongran glanced at him.
"You've also reached the False Nascent Soul Realm?"
In truth, after Zhao Min emerged from seclusion last time, she had deliberated again and again before finally telling him her and Li Yan's true cultivation levels.
After all, Li Yan had entered seclusion to attempt a breakthrough into the Nascent Soul Realm and could face the Heavenly Tribulation at any moment. At the time, the two of them had merely feared alarming others.
After several decades had passed, some matters could naturally be revealed bit by bit.
Li Yan scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said somewhat indistinctly,
"Master, I had actually already reached the False Nascent Soul Realm when I returned, but I was afraid of causing too much trouble..."
Wei Zhongran waved a hand.
"Enough. Everyone has their own secrets. Now that you have emerged from seclusion, you must have encountered some problem. Tell me about it."
He now knew that this disciple of his must have encountered some heaven-defying opportunity. After all, Li Yan had mixed spiritual roots, but Wei Zhongran had no desire to pry further.
At the side, Zhao Zhi shot Zhao Min a fierce glare. Yet immediately afterward, her beautiful eyes flickered incessantly as thoughts raced wildly through her