Not the one who is content with staying in ponds.

On the Sacred Light Mountain’s flank.

Tang YuanNan and the elders of the Three Gods Sect were all standing together on a branch of a small juniper tree. Their bodies swayed gently in the breeze as if they were weightless.

The faces of the Three Gods Sect’s elders slightly expressed their astonishment. Watching Si Yan walking toward Xia XinYan down there, they were full of suspicions. They mumbled, “Although the Immortal Martial Spirit of the Yang family is very powerful, it only has the recovering effect at the beginning, not the effect of increasing body’s strength.” One of the elders with a scarred face was floundered for a while and said. “As what I have known, the Immortal Martial Spirit has to reach to the last phase to become intimidating. Every time it breaks through one level, the Immortal Martial Spirit’s strength enhances dozens of times. However, before that, its efficiency is to merely increase the recovery ability of flesh and the flexibility of tendons and bones.”