Huang Houqi's courtyard.
The sky was high and the air refreshing, with rockeries and vegetation intertwined.
Huang Houqi and An Heng sat facing each other, tasting tea, feeling a sense of tranquility and a broad perspective of the world.
Naturally, the two of them wouldn't miss discussing martial cultivation.
"Senior Brother An, the recent major event in Yanghua, Hou Sixian of the Pei family killed the head of the Fufeng Sect, causing quite a sensation."
"I wonder when Senior Brother Zhang Kaishan will be able to exit seclusion and suppress this person's arrogance." Huang Houqi's tone was somewhat sighing, also full of envy.
The Condensing Yuan realm still posed a bottleneck for him as an old elite disciple. Even though he showed signs of loosening, he hadn't crossed that threshold.
It's inevitable to be envious of those in the Condensing Yuan realm who stirred up the wind and clouds, wishing that person were himself.
