Chen Mobai put down the wine glass in his hand, his tone calm.
Qi Rui and Xi Jinghuo looked at each other, not knowing where the "good" is in this situation.
"Younger Brother Chen, although you have a rank-2 flying sword, you may win against some weaker True Disciples. However, Sister Ding Ying has occupied the position of a True Disciple for thirteen years now. Even without using the symbolic flower armor from our talisman making department, she has a solid prospect of advancing into the True Disciples,"
As a cultivator in the same talisman making department, Qi Rui understood Ding Ying's strength best.
In the past ten years, Ding Ying had been filling the number.
But after E Yun and his group of people either established their foundations or retreated, she was now considered the first level in true lineage.
"Actually, the person I want to face is Mu Yuan."
But Chen Mobai's words made even Xi Jinghuo, the immortal second generation, unable to resist taking a cold breath.