Deep inside the Magic Fog Mountain, atop a grand hall, Yan Xiang held his Great Axe. With a swift chop, a crack appeared on the rock before him. Consecutively, four or five more cracks came forth, splitting the rock into pieces.
The shattered pieces of rock floated upwards, forming a peculiar still scene in the air.
"Congratulations Brother Yan on your immense progress."
Chu Tiange quickly flattered, "Given your progress, breaking through to the Seventh Realm Great Master level seems just around the corner."
"These days, I asked you to keep tabs on Ling Chen. How is it going? Is he cultivating on Beiming Feng? Someone like him is bound to create a significant disturbance when attempting to break through realms; it's impossible for him to do so without leaving any trace."
Yan Xiang put away his axe and demanded intensely.
