For the next stretch of time, Chen Huaien remained in the underground cave abode, cultivating alongside Yang Yuanhong and the King Insect under Chen Yang's guidance.
He had met both of them during his first infiltration of the Yang Family.
At that time, Chen Huaien had already been stunned by the astonishing combat strength Yang Yuanhong displayed.
After merely one exchange, he understood that this boy was far from ordinary, and the urge to retreat had arisen within him.
Later, when the King Insect blocked off his escape route and he sensed that the situation was turning dire, he had no choice but to abandon his body and flee with his Primordial Spirit.
Because the circumstances had been unusual then, Chen Huaien had not had the chance to exchange many moves with Yang Yuanhong. Thus, he had only felt that this youth was formidable, possessing not only extraordinary combat power but surely cultivation talent far beyond ordinary people as well.
It was not until he truly joined the Yang Family that he personally experienced the terror of this Saint Clan's Qilin Son.
Because the foundation Yang Yuanhong had laid in the early stages was simply too solid, even Chen Yang himself could no longer suppress his realm for him.
Thus, Chen Huaien witnessed with his own eyes how this mere ten-year-old boy charged onward in song along the path of cultivation.
In only one year, his realm rose from Qi Gathering Mid-stage to the peak of the Twelfth Floor of Qi Gathering!
In Chen Huaien's eyes, Yang Yuanhong was either breaking through a realm or on the road to breaking through one.
Those bottlenecks that ordinary cultivators needed to prepare for over a long period and face with utmost caution were as commonplace to him as eating and drinking. He