To Xia Jie, not much time had passed since he met his niece's husband. After all, to him, 800 years was not a very long time. A single session of closed-door cultivation could easily last for 800 years.
'He was still in the mundane realm 800 years ago, but now, he's a rudimentary Supreme God? How's this possible?'
Although Xia Jie hoped the person everyone was talking about was his niece's husband, he found the entire thing unbelievable. However, so many people were discussing this matter. It was not possible for so many people to lie to him. Moreover, no one knew him; why would they lie to him? These people were from six different Realms of Gods; how could so many people lie to him?
"What happened exactly?" Xia Jie was in a daze.