Since Wang Changjie entered the Cultivation World, he had fought in only a handful of Life-and-Death Duels. His seniority was high, his aptitude was decent, and he had Ximen Feng's help. To be honest, he had not suffered much.
Because of Wang Mingren, Wang Changsheng had always looked after Wang Changjie. Wang Changjie was not a spoiled young master, but neither had he endured any truly bitter hardships.
"Could it be that the Third-Order Flood Dragons were what did it?"
A bold guess surfaced in Wang Changsheng's mind, but he quickly rejected it.
The strength of the Third-Order Flood Dragons was certainly not weak. Even if the other forces could not produce more than a dozen Third-Order Flood Dragons, obtaining Tier 4 Talismans or some unusual treasures should not have been a problem! None of them had been able to break through the Thirty-Sixth Floor, yet Wang Changjie had actually made it through. Could Wang Changjie have kept the Nethermoon Pearl and used it to pass the trials?
Wang Changsheng felt that this was probably the case. Only if Wang Changjie had passed the Thirty-Fifth Floor and then used the Nethermoon Pearl to break through the Thirty-Sixth Floor did everything make sense.
Wang Changsheng formed a hand seal. Dots of blue light appeared beneath Wang Changjie, transforming into a White Cloud that supported him.
Amid the envious gazes of several thousand cultivators, the White Cloud carried Wang Changjie toward Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng flicked two fingers, sending a Cyan Medicinal Pill flying into Wang Changjie's mouth, where it vanished.
"Changjie, are you all right?"
Wang Changsheng's face was full of concern.
Wang Changjie's expression was complicated. He shook his head and said, "Cousin, I'm fine."
The White Cloud descended before Wang Changsheng, and Wang Changjie stepped down.
At that moment,