The sounds of exclamation, sharp intakes of breath, and excited chatter erupted like a wave.
One gaze after another fell upon Qi Tian—filled with shock, confusion, envy, jealousy, and even a hint of wariness.
Qi Tian stood there, rather satisfied inwardly.
If keeping a low profile was no longer possible, then he might as well show some strength and make these people think twice.
But he couldn't afford to reveal anything beyond the seventh layer of Qi Condensation.
Breaking through four minor realms in the span of half an incense stick was already shocking enough. If he pushed himself another one or two layers higher...
That would be far beyond anything that could be explained by mere extraordinary talent.
"Hmph!"
Sima Feng snorted coldly.
His expression had become extremely grim.
Just moments ago, Qi Tian had been nothing more than a third-layer Qi Condensation cultivator he could have crushed with ease. Now, he had suddenly reached the seventh layer.
