Unlike the previous half-year, this time the human cultivator known as Demon King Qingyang no longer roams among the bookshelves but sits at the desk, diligently writing.
This scene made her mood suddenly heavy.
"So soon?"
"The knowledge recorded on these bamboo slips, if not vast as a sea of smoke, is at least comparable to a mountain of books, and he finished reading all of it in just half a year. He has even reached the stage of writing pill formulas!"
Thinking of the strong confidence the other had revealed in his words earlier, and his devastating performance in breaking through two checkpoints, the old woman discreetly clenched her fist.
"I cannot discern this person's realm; facing me, he remained unfazed, suggesting he is likely a True Master like me."
