"Sixty-six is great too... six six brings smooth sailing, auspicious and as you wish."
The old Ji patted Lu Chenzhou's shoulder, his eyes filled with undisguised pride and satisfaction.
His disciple, a 26-year-old Earth List Adept!
Qingtian Cang chuckled, "I have the Heaven-reaching Immortal Armor and I'm only at rank 36... The guys at the top are just monsters."
Ji Feiyan put her hands on her hips, "Master Ancestor is 36th on the Earth List, my junior is 66th. Our sect alone holds two spots, Dragon City Martial Arts University only has two on the Earth List, and all of Da Xia only has thirty—our branch campus is badass!"
The old Ji was secretly overjoyed; Master and disciple, one old, one young, both blooming—it made him ridiculously proud. If word got out, who would believe it?
Shi Ruyu quietly fetched some medicine for external use and gently applied it to Lu Chenzhou's back from behind: "Now, rest well for a while."
