It's the time of fireworks again in March, and the vigorous spring has covered the entire land with patches of green shade.
Hailar looked at the people walking by, with a slight curl of disdain at the corner of his mouth, revealing his arrogant temperament. Indeed, he has a proud capital. From the moment he was born, he was regarded as a rare genius by his family and even the entire city. At the age of three, he showed great talent in cultivation. At the age of four, he had broken through the dust barrier and cultivated a touch of virtual power. From then on, he was out of control. At the age of twelve, he had reached the tenth level of virtual dust power. Not to mention the entire city and county, even looking at the empire, this talent was enough to make him and his family proud. When he was thirteen years old, by chance, he successfully inherited a sulfur-gold level virtual seed - the Red Flame Lion God. He became the youngest virtual warrior in the entire empire in a hundred years. After another three years of hard training, he reached the middle stage of the Lingxu realm and was admitted to the Empire's Xuhuang Academy without examination. He is a genius, who else can he be?
Great, great, great