After learning that Mo Weiran was already a Ninth-order ancient martial artist, everyone looked at Mo Weiran with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and admiration.
Being watched by so many people, Mo Weiran felt a bit uncomfortable and reached out to scratch the back of his head.
Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi reached out and patted Tang Yichen, who was still standing in front of her, on the shoulder. "To advance from a Ninth-order to a Tenth-order ancient martial artist can take hundreds of years, maybe even a thousand years, or perhaps in this lifetime, it may never be possible to advance further. So, you all should train well. In a few hundred years, or maybe even less than a few hundred years, just a few decades, you might become a Ninth-order ancient martial artist."
Gu Zhiqi rarely spoke in long sentences, but when she did, the others would instinctively listen carefully. After listening, the group suddenly realized, this...
Why does it sound like drawing a big pie in the sky?
