Thinking back to when he had first met Ice Peng, he had seen at a glance that the man possessed outstanding talent. He had immediately overawed him with force and moved him with sincerity, bringing him under his command—
Had he not possessed such a discerning eye for talent, would he not have missed out on a general capable of holding up the heavens?
At that thought, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, and a flicker of delight rose in his heart.
"Good! Since older brother is so certain, then let us see this wager through to the end."
Before the words had faded, a figure flashed outside the hall. Ice Peng had already strode inside.
He raised his eyes and saw that wisps of green smoke were still curling from the incense burner—
Exactly the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked toward Dijun, his eyes blazing with undisguised reverence.
To be honest, he had been unruly by nature since birth. He feared not the collapse of heaven, nor was he startled by the sinking of earth. Throughout the Primordial Wilderness, there were only a handful of Great Powers who dared meet him head-on. The cultivators privately called him the "Venerable Mad Battle," and it was no empty title.
Yet when it came to someone he truly acknowledged and respected without reservation, there was only the older brother before him.
From World Creation until now, Dijun's depth of calculation and far-reaching schemes had never once failed.
The world knew only that his might suppressed the Demon Race, but few had glimpsed the edge of his strategic brilliance—
Countless foreshadowing threads and myriad contingencies, laid down without a sound, would quietly snuff out every shift in circumstances before it could even sprout.
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