Great Talent

Many cultivators in the Blade Emperor City were paying attention to the Star Convention. Xue Ying who was one of the teachers of convention was quite busy. Even though the number of Primal Chaos giants visiting him could be counted with one's fingers, there were nevertheless too many 'talented cultivators'.

"I hope that Senior Dong Bo could guide me." A black-robed old man respectfully mentioned. There were some tyrannical ripples left in the surroundings.

Xue Ying sat there. He placed down the wine cup in his hand, and the female attendant by his side quietly poured more wine for him, causing the fragrance from the wine to diffuse out.