"It was just a fluke. County Magistrate Tian, there's no need to be surprised."
Zheng Jun was extremely calm, standing with his hands behind his back. "Mere Qi Storage is nothing worth mentioning."
"Nothing worth mentioning?!"
Tian Zhenyuan suddenly sprang up from the ground. Ignoring the severe pain in his body, he crawled all the way to the iron bars. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Zheng Jun. "I began cultivating with my master at fifteen! At eighteen, I completed my first Blood Refining! Everyone called me a prodigy!
"After completing my first Blood Refining at eighteen, it took me until I was thirty-two to complete it seven times and achieve Qi Storage! A full fourteen years of seasons passing, fourteen years of bitter cultivation! And you tell me Qi Storage is nothing worth mentioning?!"
"HAHAHAHA."
Tian Zhenyuan started laughing uncontrollably as if he had fallen into a hysterical fit, seemingly unable to accept the fact that Zheng Jun had reached Qi Storage.
