"The little guy practices so fast, he has already entered the realm of the Holy Emperor, which is really good." Lin Feng was quite satisfied. Zhetian's cultivation speed was very fast, much faster than he had at the beginning. Lin Feng looked at the people next to Zhetian. These people all had strong cultivation and were people in the realm of the Holy Emperor. I don't know who Zhetian was, how could Zhetian be with them.

"Of course, Brother Zhetian, the Soldier is a disciple of Shenzhu, a representative figure in the weapon refining world. He publicly refining weapons, and many powerful people who have arrived must be rare in your daily life." The person beside Zhetian said with a smile, which made Zhetian nod slightly. Indeed, almost all the people here are better than him.

"Yeah." Zhetian nodded slightly, with a few rays of excitement in his eyes. This kind of grand scene is rare.

"Let's find a place to sit!" The person beside Zhetian spoke, and then they came to a tea table. Zhetian was about to sit down, but saw a sharp gaze shot at him in the seat next to him, saying, "It's okay for people from the holy realm to sit here. People who have not yet entered the holy realm should get out. There will be someone here to come later, so don't take a seat."

Zhatian and the others looked over there, and saw a smile on Zhatian's face. He had experienced a lot of traveling to the mainland over the years and would not get angry easily, especially knowing that this place was the place where seniors who were the war-casting masters practiced, and they were even more unwilling to have disputes with others.

"I admire seniors who are the Soldiers and I come here with several elders. If other seniors come to use their positions, I should give up my seat." Zhetian responded, neither humble nor arrogant.
Chapter completed!