The night was cold like water. The moon was high in the sky and was draping down silvery light.
On top of a hill that was mostly flattened by lightning, many cultivators of, or above the foundational level, stood. The atmosphere was as profound and majestic as the deep sea.
Everyone there was highly respected figures in the community. They were mostly Elders of the House of Zi Yang, who can startle a third of Shi Ao Island's population with the strut of their foot.
They were respected figures who enjoyed prestige no matter where they went.
At this moment, however, these highly admired big characters were making puppy faces and staring at the young man before them with the most modest smile they could muster.
One reason for this was because of Ling Xian’s dominating capabilities.
The other reason was that of the perfect Foundational Dan.
A Dan that could bring a cultivator to the Foundational Level without any consequences, who didn’t want one?