It’s Fake?

Zheng Fan and Zheng Song were both able to sense the resoluteness in Duan Ling Tian’s tone and they didn’t persuade him again.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. Since you’ve decided, then I won’t say anything further… However, Zither Young Master was at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage two years ago. Now that two years have passed, even if he was unable to break through to the Half-step Void Stage, with his natural talent, I presume he’s already broken through to the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage."

Zheng Fan looked at Duan Ling Tian with a serious expression. "So you must not carry out a life and death battle with him… It doesn’t matter if you lose now, you can regain the victory in the future! Otherwise, once you’re killed, then you’ll be left with nothing."