"Definitely!"
"Hope you won't jump down by then!"
Facing his threat, Chen Xuan said nothing. He simply extended a hand, hooked a finger towards him, and then closed his eyes, starting to cultivate the Sacred Body.
Silence speaks louder than words!
This action infuriated Cyan Ink Jade, causing his Spiritual Power to become chaotic.
Feeling the surge at his chest, he took a step forward, heading upwards.
"Hmm!"
He grunted inwardly, the pressure escalating suddenly. Even after refining his ancestor's blood essence, he couldn't advance further at this moment.
This made his face flush hot.
But just moments later, he adapted and advanced once more.
"Huh?"
Chen Xuan, cultivating above, uttered a light exclamation in his heart.
Such speed!
He adapted in almost a few breaths.
This is somewhat better than him!
He admits it!
Then, he began to sense, as he perceived the ancient aura on Cyan Ink Jade, it was clearly not his own.
"That must be it."
He understood in his heart.
