Best of all, she was Li Qingjun right now. If the real Wu Xian had been here, Yao Guang's existence would hardly have escaped the notice of an Ancestor Saint demon.
With things having turned out this way, it seemed that her replacing Wu Xian had become an excellent contingency plan, as though someone had arranged it all just to play a joke on Nine Infants.
Li Qingjun suddenly found it amusing and deliberately said, "I am at the Soaring Cloud realm, but that is already considered rapid cultivation. Throughout history, how many could match my speed of cultivation?"
E'shou wore an utterly matter-of-fact expression. "Your master."
My master? That old turtle took a thousand years just to reach Qianyuan... Oh, no, with my current identity, "Master" means Qin Yi!
Li Qingjun nearly choked to death. Who could compete with Qin Yi in speed? Let your Heavenly Emperor Nine Infants come out and try.
She could only murmur, "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Master, he... he is different."
Come to think of it, calling Qin Yi Master really did feel strange. Was this the thrill they pursued? She would try it next time...
How could E'shou know where this girl's thoughts had wandered? It casually played along. "Your master is indeed a rare genius in this world; even the Heavenly Emperor praises him without end. But Your Majesty's talent is not inferior in the slightest. Otherwise, how could you have attained the Soaring Cloud realm at such a tender age?"
Li Qingjun said, "...Mm-hmm."
That little bitch... Forget it.
E'shou finally returned to the main topic. "Before the Heavenly Emperor attained the Dao, he once visited Dragon Abyss City. At that time, Your Majesty was at the third level of the Soaring Cloud realm?"
Li Qingjun recalled it. "Yes."
"But now, Your Majesty