บท 212: Fuxhou Mountains

Sol didn't bat an eye, continuing to walk forward.

At that moment, the large disciple tightened his grip on Sol's shoulder fiercely.

His forearm veins all popped out at once.

Even his Outer Disciple friends knew that this was no joke.

"In terms of raw strength, he is probably the strongest out of the Inner disciples... that peasant isn't getting away." One of them said.

Sol however knew this. If he were to try and walk away using his pure strength, even he would crumble under the large young man's pressure.

'But that's soon to change. After I'm done with this sect and I get that cultivation technique, my rank won't be the only thing that will improve. I've come here for recipes, ingredients, and materials alike. The following time spent getting to Zuzhou will be the time I lock in and abandon all else to simply focus on growing in strength. I haven't been able to do that since I've transmigrated to this realm...'