Inside the study of the Lin Mansion, the charcoal fire burned brightly, yet it couldn't dispel the sudden, encroaching chill.
Lin Yaotian sat upright behind his desk, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing a smooth, warm Jade Pendant. As he listened to the urgent report from his steward, Lin Fu, his expression visibly darkened.
"What did you say? Huang Kui failed? Fang Han is already at the Ninth Grade Inner Qi Realm?!"
He shot his head up, a sharp, incredulous glint in his eyes. His knuckles turned white from the force.
'That brat Fang Han is how old? How could he have already broken through the chasm that has stumped countless Martial Artists?'
'Such Talent is simply unheard-of!'
"It's absolutely true."
Lin Fu bowed even lower, his voice laced with an uncontrollable tremor of shock.
"Our men saw it with their own eyes. When he fought, he manifested Qi Force externally. It's something no one in the Bone Refining Realm could possibly do."
"Where is Huang Kui now?"
