Master, can we kill people in the city?

Inside the room, the two were still talking.

Master Wanxiang pressed his palms together. He had also switched from addressing Li Yan as "benefactor" to "young friend."

The Human Race could often gain an advantage by fighting at range with spells, but when they pitted their bodies against other races head-on, fewer than one in ten survived in most cases.

Through year after year of such fighting, Human Race sects with inferior body refinement arts had long since been wiped out. The body cultivators who remained belonged mostly to a handful of Buddhist sects.

Li Yan wholeheartedly agreed with Master Wanxiang. From what he currently knew of the Lost Continent, almost all the cultivators of other races he had seen followed the path of body refinement.

The Human Race cultivators he had encountered before, on the other hand, still mainly practiced spell cultivation. Only by countering the other races this way could they survive.

Longhua Temple was the first Human Race body cultivation sect he had seen. Whether there were others, Li Yan had yet to find out.

After their discussion of cultivation and the Dao, both felt considerable admiration for the other.

Master Wanxiang did not know where Li Yan's cultivation art came from, but the breadth of his knowledge was completely at odds with the rumors that he was not yet sixty.

Some of the body refinement insights Li Yan described were things he had never heard before. Despite his own travels throughout the world, Wanxiang could not begin to place the origins of some of those observations.

Yet some of Elder Zhang's views corroborated ideas he himself had entertained. They were certainly not idle nonsense, which only amazed Master Wanxiang further.

Still, the cultivators of the Lost Continent came in every conceivable variety. Master Wanxiang would never