Chen Nianzhi sat cross-legged on a giant rock at the edge of a precipice, closing his eyes and breathing in the morning glow, constantly nurturing the primordial purple qi within him.,In comparison, most cultivators of the same age would only just reach the first or second level of Qi Refinement at this age.,Seeing that over a dozen late Qi training cultivators from his family had arrived, Chen Qinghao retracted his smile and revealed a look of worry.。