Chapter 53: Looking at the Future
Sitting in the third seat, Song Jingmin had a strong build, his muscles bulging high, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
He was a Third-Rank Martial Artist in the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall, second only to Cao Yuanhui.
Hearing these words, Song Jingmin sneered out loud, "Just a bunch of rural village boors. That Pinecone Village, I crossed paths with them when I was young and kicked several of them to death."
"The Songliu Water God might exist, but to say he is favored by immortals and gods is simply nonsense. How much ability can a flock of feathered beasts have?"
"It's nothing more than the refugees being a sheet of loose sand, collapsing at the first blow like clay chickens and pottery dogs."
Song Jingmin was Cao Yuanhui's closed-door disciple, but his talent was very high. In just twenty short years, he had reached the same realm as his master.
A Third-Rank Martial Artist could live to at least eighty or ninety, which was much longer than the lifespan of ordinary commoners.
He was forty-eight years old this year, and whether in experience or vitality and blood, he was at his absolute peak.
He still had a chance to advance to the Second-Rank, and when that time came, living past a hundred years would be a piece of cake.