Qingyuan Sect.
The stone doors of the long-closed meditation room burst open with a bang.
Li Qinghe strolled out, letting out a long, liberating howl.
"Ah ah ah!"
The sound waves rolled on, echoing through the wilderness, shaking the void, causing disciples with weaker abilities miles away to lose their footing.
His martial arts had reached a point where he was no longer a Blood Swapping Warrior, but a Grandmaster!
"Having sequestered myself for so long, I have finally broken through to Grandmaster."
Li Qinghe reminisced about the past, truly feeling overwhelmed with emotions.
Gifted as he was, the Qingyuan Sect was only a martial arts sect that had developed over the last hundred years, producing only one Grandmaster and lacking the secrets of Great Grandmasters.
Even the Grandmaster techniques seemed somewhat incomplete.
