Imperial Dragon Mountain, Xiaoshanhe Institute.
Compared to the outside world's praising and shock toward Xiao Yi and Xiaoshanhe Institute, inside the Institute was a picture of unparalleled calmness.
Even Xiao Yi himself had quickly composed his feelings and was engaged in arduous cultivation within the secret chamber.
Although his current combat power was more than enough to rival those in the Early Heavenly Venerate Realm, the path of martial arts never had an end. The further one traveled on this path, the longer it became, and Xiao Yi had only walked it for a mere handful of years.
There were still many mighty beings that lay before him.
At least…
The Emperor of the Nantian Dynasty, Nantian Wen, was a formidable giant capable of slaying Heavenly Venerates.
Inside the secret chamber.
Little Lin was seated opposite Xiao Yi, and having been nourished for a few days, his injuries had completely healed.
Roar!
