Chapter 7: Root Bone Accomplished
After a long while.
Ning Qi exhaled lightly, a fighting spirit rising in his eyes.
No matter what secrets the Martial Saint of Great Yan holds, he is confident that given time, surpassing him is no problem at all.
The secrets of Great Yan served as yet another reminder to him.
If someday he achieves the rank of Martial Saint and still sees no hope of immortality, then breaking through the boundaries and ascending to a broader world would be a path where the ceiling is undoubtedly higher.
Ning Qi’s thoughts were clearer.
"The Martial Saints of the Great Yan Dynasty are never-ending. Could it be they plan to rule this land indefinitely?"
Ye Qinghe chuckled:
"That’s not necessarily the case."
There was no trace of reverence for imperial authority in her eyes; instead, there was a hint of discontent.
Ning Qi could understand.
For two thousand years, martial sects have relied on imperial power, long enough to breed countless conflicts, merely suppressed over time.