A strange look flickered in Su Yi's eyes.
Yang Lingxiao, a successor of the Carefree Realm, actually evaluated a Heavenly Sovereign so bluntly, saying he had no great prospects.
And that man was Yang Lingxiao's Dao Protector!
Now that was interesting.
Either Yang Lingxiao was foolishly naive.
Or Shang WuHui truly had no prospects to speak of.
Su Yi was more inclined toward the former.
"Would you mind if I had a chat with your Dao Protector?"
Su Yi transmitted his voice.
Yang Lingxiao froze, then said nervously, "Sir Su, if you do that, wouldn't it..."
Su Yi gave a slight shake of his head. "I know my limits."
As he spoke, he rose to his full height, left the Sword Burial Pavilion, and walked up to Shang WuHui.
"Do you need something, Your Excellency?"
Shang WuHui frowned.
Su Yi looked Shang WuHui up and down. "Why do I feel as though I've seen you somewhere before?"
Shang WuHui sneered. "Say what you have to say. Stop spouting that fog-shrouded nonsense!"
Su Yi smiled. "I remember now!"
At that instant, an imperceptible trace of cold killing intent suddenly surged from the depths of Shang WuHui's eyes.
But upon hearing what Su Yi said next, that killing intent quietly subsided again.
"There was once a fellow named Shang Wushe who, like you, loved speaking with a stiff face."
Reminiscence filled Su Yi's eyes. "Like you, he was from the Taiyin God Race."
Shang WuHui said coldly, "Li Muchen, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Su Yi lifted his wine jug and took a drink. "A killing trap may appear meticulously prepared, yet it leaves behind so many traces. Are you people too stupid, or were you afraid I wouldn't see through it?"
Shang WuHui's gaze flickered. "What exactly did you