C342 The Furious Lee Qiming

"Did he just break through to a new cultivation stage?"

"And that surge, it feels like it's from a Mid-Level Martial Marshal. Did Senior Su Lang break through?"

In her room, Xiao Ning suddenly sat up, her thin nightgown clinging to her body.

"Senior Su Lang is not even twenty, and he's already a Mid-Level Martial Marshal?"

Her wide, beautiful eyes stared in the direction of Su Lang's room