She was merely a former general!
The other former generals on this Military Saint Platform were only a notch above their own advisers. Before mystic generals and saint generals, they all cowered submissively. Yet she had rendered everyone speechless with just a few words.
For a moment, everyone, Yuwen Zhulin included, looked toward An Tianji.
An Tianji suddenly smiled.
He actually understood this younger sister of his. He had simply never expected her to have such nerve—to charge about recklessly even on his turf.
In truth, this had already become a challenge to his authority.
"We need to suppress her a little. Otherwise, the Military Saint Platform will become a smoky, miasmic mess."
Beside An Tianji, a tall, cold young man with purple hair and purple eyes spoke.
He somewhat resembled the "Zi Mo" beside An Tianshu, though he was more handsome. Among the purple-blooded ghost gods, he was considered one of the better-looking ones.
Before Li Tianming arrived, An Ning had already briefly introduced him. This purple-blooded clansman was named Zi Qian, Zi Mo's elder brother and Zi Yun Yue's son.
Yet he was quite interesting. He had played with An Tianji since childhood, inseparable as a shadow from its form. He was now An Tianji's adviser and the second-in-command of the Soaring Dragon Army. In terms of strength, he likely was not much weaker than An Tianji.
From the fact that the Zi Qian and Zi Mo brothers respectively followed the two sons of King Anyang—one of the Forest Beast Clan and one of the Star Realm Clan—it seemed Zi Yun Yue understood how to spread her bets...
"Mhm." An Tianji nodded.
He stopped pretending, and naturally turned cold and ruthless.
Yet he said nothing more. Instead, he leaned back against his chair, his face sinking into dark