In the Hall of Medicine King, there was a dead silence.
Some of the clan cultivators who vaguely understood what was happening secretly clenched their fists, with expressions of inexplicable excitement and anticipation.
On the other hand, the master-student sect cultivators had red eyes, and a word 'coup' almost burst out from their mouths.
'This Shen Le... he must have been sponsored by an outsider, using evil ways to achieve Core Formation...'
'Such a Core Formation cultivator is inherently weaker than a legitimate one... and he came here in such a hurry... has he refined his Primordial Spirit Treasure yet?'
Aaron silently calculated Shen Le's combat strength.
The result was...
'Just a matter of one needle!'
Thinking of this, Aaron coughed, preparing to let Shen Le know that even if he had reached the Core Formation stage, his master was still his master.
At this time, Aaron's expression changed, and he looked outside the sect.