Chapter 32: Gold Imitation_3

"What about the top-tier talents?"

Hu Zaixi interjected, unable to resist his curiosity.

"The absolute magnitude of talents?"

The lion-headed cultivator paused before answering naturally, "In that case, we ought to cultivate them at any cost. After all, if a disciple surpasses his master, the hope of achieving Immortal Ascension could fall upon the disciple instead."

"Immortal Ascension, huh?"

At these words, Hu Zaixi fell into thoughtful silence.

The lion-headed cultivator observed this and without a word, quickly took his leave.

...

Morning.

Jinhuang Peak.

The mountain towered like gold and jade, exuding a sense of grandeur and oppressiveness.

Wang Ba stood at the foot of the peak, faintly sensing an aura of somber and ruthless coldness that circulated around him, causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin.

Compared to the bustling crowds of Qingmu Peak and Thick Earth Peak, the figures of cultivators at Jinhuang Peak seemed notably fewer.