Leaving the valley behind, Luo Chen and Fu Qinglan continued toward the heart of the pocket world. His divine consciousness still covered the area behind them, so he could hear every word being spoken back in the valley. Naturally, he had recognized Longwind and the other two the moment he saw them. Back then, the three had been rather inexperienced. Now, after making a trip to the Northern Sea and returning, their cultivation had not improved by much, but their combat experience had grown enough to make him view them in a new light.

It seemed his earlier judgement had been right on the money. The disciples of the Dao Sect had all possessed solid foundations, and all they really lacked was experience. With only a little tempering, they could mature quickly. Compared to them, the Qi Refinement disciples of the Luo Tian Sect had been thrown onto the battlefield far too early. Looking back now, he could not help feeling that he had pushed them a little too hard.

Midway through that thought, however, he suddenly chuckled.

What was he even comparing?...