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During the conference, there were various activities, banquets, and exchanges.
However, most of them were out of reach for soone like Lin Zheyu who had no background.
They were simply brought in, and although they qualified to attend the martial arts exchange conference, it was rely to broaden their horizons.
The core of the conference had nothing to do with them.
"Mr. Zhao, the conference has started. Aren’t you going to take the stage?"
"If you beco famous in a single battle and are noticed by other forces and sects, you will leap like a carp over the dragon’s gate." Lee Yanming said with a smile.
He raised his glass and toasted Lin Zheyu.
Lee ngxi and the others went to attend the Wuji Manor’s banquet, and since neither of them were descendants of the Lee Family, they couldn’t follow.
Even among the family offspring, only the direct descendants and talented disciples qualified to enter; not everyone could go in.
This martial arts exchange conference allowed disciples from various forces and sects to spar and exchange knowledge, and to broaden their horizons.
It also provided them with an opportunity to make friends and expand their connections.
Although Lin Zheyu felt a bit sorry, he wasn’t too bothered.
Being able to mix into this circle was already quite good; now that he had a cultivation technique, the only thing left was to slowly increase his strength.
"No rush, the truly powerful experts haven’t made a move yet. Going up now would just waste energy."
Lin Zheyu shook his head and said.
He leisurely sipped his tea, listening to the storyteller recount tales, feeling life was quite pleasant.
This kind of plain and steady life, slowly accumulating strength, was quite nice.
"You really have patience."
"If I didn’t know your depths, it would be hard to imagine that you could comprehend the Tyrant True Intent Seed." Lee Yanming said.
"Tyranny does not necessarily an being belligerent."
"Only those from the War God Sect are belligerent; I am a good person who loves peace." Lin Zheyu said with a smile.
"Truly envious of those family offspring!"
"I heard at last night’s banquet, several Grandmaster experts exchanged skills and explained their paths as Grandmasters live."
"The younger generation disciples present all gained significant insights and comprehension, which will make their future paths towards becoming a Grandmaster smoother."
"This is the real core of the martial arts exchange conference, while people like us are just here to join in the fun."
Lee Yanming lanted.
His words conveyed his envy of those family and sect disciples, and his helplessness and discontent about his own background.
Lin Zheyu had heard him complain like this more than once.
"Why think so much? How many can truly beco Grandmasters?" Lin Zheyu shook his head and said freely.
"Haha, Mr. Zhao sees things clearly."
"With Mr. Zhao’s aptitude and perception, your future achievents will certainly not be beneath mine."
"Has Mr. Zhao considered joining a sect or aligning with another family?" Lee Yanming asked casually.
"I don’t have such plans for now."
"The top sects don’t accept martial artists of my age."
"I don’t want to be constrained by joining lesser sects, and as for aligning with another family, that’s even out of the question."
Lin Zheyu raised his glass, gestured to Lee Yanming, and said with a faint smile.
"Mr. Zhao indeed has an unrestrained and carefree nature."
"However, the martial path is filled with thorns and is difficult; without guidance and sufficient cultivation resources, achieving anything is extrely hard."
"While I admire Mr. Zhao’s nature, I advise you to seize opportunities when they arise, lest you miss them and regret it later."
Lee Yanming said aningfully.
Lin Zheyu smiled faintly, did not respond to him, and silently drank a glass by himself.
This guy gave him a strange feeling.
Their relationship was shallow, just acquaintances, yet the other seed to confide warmly in him.
They were all adults, long past the age of innocence without scheming.
Lin Zheyu suspected the other might have ulterior motives.
Yet he didn’t expose it; if the other didn’t say, neither would he. Ignoring Lee Yanming’s remarks was enough.
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"It was all too sudden; I hear the entire Southern Barbarians region has fallen and been occupied by the Nine Nether Sect."
In the teahouse, soone said in a tone of skepticism and uncertainty.
"What, such a thing happened?" a companion beside him exclaid.
His voice rose several octaves, drawing the curiosity of others around.
Even Lin Zheyu glanced over with interest.
Those who could enter Wuji Manor were all notable figures.
Although most sitting in the teahouse now weren’t eligible to attend the Infinite Sect banquet, their circle was still beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Much of what these people discussed intrigued Lin Zheyu greatly.
"Must be a joke, Great Wei dispatched so many troops over, including many experts, and yet the defense line was breached?"
"Really, why would I lie to you?"
"I have friends in the War God Sect. Those belligerent ones sent many talented disciples to the front lines to fight with the army."
"The latest ssages they sent back say the entire Southern Barbarians region has fallen."
"The Ancient Demon Race and the Nine Nether Sect joined forces. Coupled with the Northern Barbarian Race’s restraint, Eastern Sea Race’s harassnt, and Western monsters causing trouble, Great Wei was utterly scattered."
The informant said with conviction.
"The news should spread soon."
"The core mbers of the major sects and families already knew about it long ago. If you just inquire, you can find out quite a bit."
Lin Zheyu, with his keen perception, clearly heard the conversations among several people.
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