396 Blood God Church

Soon, Ji Ning met with Immortal Diancai.

Within a quiet, secluded courtyard. There was a gourd of Immortal wine, two wine cups, a master, and a disciple. The two were drinking wine and chatting with each other.

"Master, I didn't disturb your meditations, did I?" Ning asked.

"I was just engaging in ordinary meditation; I wasn't in a prajna-state of sudden enlightenment. What's there to disturb?" Immortal Diancai looked at Ning, then nodded with satisfaction. "Ji Ning, you are far more powerful than you were in the past. When you first entered my tutelage, you were a piece of unpolished jade; you were quite young. But now, your divine sense is a bit more powerful than even mine; you truly are the peerless genius who became the champion of the Conclave after having trained for merely thirty or so years."

"If you keep praising me this much, Master, I'm going to start wiggling with delight," Ning joked with a laugh.