"Chasing geese all day, only for them to peck out my eyes!"
Xia Xuanyan murmured, gazing at that figure, an involuntary admiration rising in his eyes.
"Truly a remarkable individual! The era of the Martial Saint has passed, and now another such figure emerges!" Xia Xuanyan murmured, his expression slightly solemn, continuing, "Yet your stance and mine are destined to oppose, and this era cannot possibly allow you to fully grow!"
As his words fell, his figure slowly disappeared beneath the large tree, leaving no trace.
...
In the Imperial Palace.
"Uncle Wang, what is his current strength?" Ji Minghao said softly, though his voice couldn't conceal the emotional fluctuations.
Hearing this, Ji Xuan beside him fell into silence.
He understood whom Ji Minghao referred to with "he," it was the current Jiang Ning.
After a few breaths of silence, Ji Xuan slowly shook his head.
"I don't know!"
Then he added, "His current strength has surpassed the realm I can comprehend."
