Another 20 days passed with the blink of an eye. A storm seemed to be brewing throughout the Barren State. News from Crouching Dragon Mountain said that Ye Futian would be entering the Holy See Palace in seven days. It was news that shocked Barren State somewhat and caught the attention of many.
Zhuge Qingfeng looked at Ye Futian. The young man was sitting there training in silence. Everything seemed peaceful. He had made it through the Grade One Noble Plane. With him at the pinnacle of the Noble Plane and having developed mature comprehension of rules, the Sage Plane seemed to no longer be some faraway goal. It would have been something worth celebrating about, but be it Ye Futian himself or everyone around him, no one was in the mood for celebrating anything.