Star Mantis's Matter

Facing these Golden Core Realm old monsters, Li Yan conversed and laughed with ease, responding appropriately. There was not the slightest sign of the pride or timidity of someone who had only just advanced to the Golden Core Realm.

Even Star Mantis wondered whether Zhang Ming had concealed his age, whether he was truly already a hundred years old and rich in experience.

Li Yan did not explain when others regarded him as a pure body cultivator. He let them speculate as they pleased. He had always believed that the less his trump cards were exposed, the better.

Purple qi came from the east, while the evening sun sank beyond the river. The years flowed on...

In the blink of an eye, another three years had passed since Li Yan became the Grand Elder of "Falling Star Valley" at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.

After the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, Li Yan had not immediately begun inquiring into Zhao Min's whereabouts. Instead, he entered seclusion once more.

His realm had not yet been thoroughly stabilized and required more time to temper.

"Sharpening the knife does not delay chopping firewood!"

Li Yan understood the meaning of those words deeply. Though Zhao Min weighed heavily on his mind, he could not act rashly. The person who had taken her away was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

At the same time, after successfully refining his natal magic treasure, he also had to cultivate the "Fubo Soul-Slaying" method in tandem. All of this required time.

Cultivators lacked nothing but time, yet lacked time the most. With their greatly increased lifespans, they required even more time to cultivate.

As the clamor surrounding the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony from several years ago gradually settled, what had happened to Elder Zhang Ming was slowly forgotten as well.

As cultivators, regardless of