"What did you say?"
An incredulous cry from Wang Ling rang out within a house in the river valley.
Seated across from one another at the wooden table in the living room were the royal family's uncle and nephew, Guan Yiren, and Niu Zhengzheng.
Holding a teacup, Wang Ling stared blankly at Guan Yiren. "B-but the official report said Master Jade Talisman and Master Han Hai joined forces to slay the Ghost Talisman Doll."
"Heh." Guan Yiren gave a scornful laugh.
"Don't be so naive, brother." Niu Zhengzheng bared his large teeth, his expression equally disdainful. "Gods and Devils have always been in cahoots!"
Wang Ling turned his head and stared foolishly at Wang Quan.
Wang Quan's expression was grave, but he offered no opinion.
Niu Zhengzheng continued to shout, "Gods feed on faith, while evil devils feed on emotions!
Gods and Devils are like a swarm of giant mosquitoes clinging to us humans, wishing they could suck every last drop of our blood dry!"
The commoners still thought the gods had acted, slain the evil devils, and would lead humanity toward the dawn?
Give me a break!
"He killed it." Guan Yiren turned to look out the window, gazing toward the youth quietly meditating by the riverbank.
"Ran Ge killed the Ghost Talisman Doll?" Wang Ling's eyes widened in shock as he too looked out the window.
Had anyone else said something so shocking the world, Wang Ling would never have believed it.
Yet Guan Yiren had said it herself.
Wang Ling did not deny that he was Lu Ran's loyal fanboy, always looking up at the Number One Heavenly Pride who stood above all of Great Xia.
But admiration was admiration, and this...
You could stand above your peers, even ascend to the pinnacle of the mortal world!