"Mountain Master, are you really not taking me with you? I can carry you across swiftly." The Thunder King Bird was somewhat reluctant.
Qin Ming firmly refused, shaking his head, "No, it's too dangerous. It's not just you; even I am not confident. We must act according to circumstances."
After all, the Ancient Mist Gate is too mysterious. Even the Ancestor Masters of some regions will become prey upon entering, having been hung on branches by unknown creatures.
…
In Chixia City, at the City Lord's Mansion, Qin Ming smiled and said, "Uncle Meng, don't rush. At your pace, you still have hopes of reaching the Grandmaster Realm in your prime. Take it slow."
Meng Xinghai sighed, "It's too hard. I believed my talent was extraordinary, yet I'm almost caught up by you, feeling truly uneasy."
In truth, he's remarkable. Half a year ago, he broke through, reaching the late stage of Fourth Realm, which quantitatively would be the Seven Heavens of the Esoteric Realm.
