Evan Chen was on the move, and deep within the heavens, someone was observing his every action.

"Eighth Grade? No matter how I look, I can't see anything extraordinary about him," a young man said, arms crossed, with little interest.

"Young Master Yuan, you may not know this, but this kid, at the Third Grade, could exert the combat power of the Seventh Grade... Wait, that's not right! Did you just say he's at the Eighth Grade?" An old man beside him stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing something was amiss.

The old man shivered, "How... how is this possible! Just a few days ago, he was only at the Third Grade! How did he suddenly reach the Eighth Grade?"