Jiang Ming's gaze suddenly became sharp.
He tightly stared at Peach Tiger.
Peach Tiger was quite surprised in his heart; he could see something in Jiang Ming's eyes that shouldn't belong to a cultivator of this realm.
In his heart, his evaluation of Jiang Ming rose another level.
"It seems you know, essentially, you and we are the same kind of people..."
Peach Tiger spoke leisurely as he stroked his white beard.
The sharpness in Jiang Ming's eyes gradually receded.
He said, "Does the Secret Realm you mentioned have any restrictions, like time or cultivation level..."
"Naturally, it does. If one's cultivation reaches the Disaster Level, they can no longer actively enter. As for time..."
"This old man has lived for over four thousand years and hasn't noticed any fluctuations in the Secret Realm, so perhaps there won't be any accidents for a long period ahead."
"Alright..."
Jiang Ming closed his eyes in contemplation.
Then he opened his eyes.
"Alright, I'll take it..."
