"It's difficult!" He sighed lightly, wishing he were just over twenty now, as everything would still be possible, propelling him toward ultimate brilliance, with the Taoist Venerable title within reach.
At the Dachitian Martial Hall, a female Grandmaster was lamenting, saying, "Wang Shu, you must stand up for me. As soon as I mentioned you, that person struck me with a golden palm print, truly outrageous."
Upon reaching the Grandmaster Realm, one's status is already quite high. Even facing Saints, one is no longer a mere follower, and the titles and relationships between them become harmonious.
Yun Wangshu, shrouded in mist with clear and bright radiance around her body, appeared somewhat hazy, saying, "I am aware of this matter; you should take a rest first. Next time, I will personally visit the Secret Realm."
That day, news spread that many Saints would appear the next time the Secret Realm opened.
