"It was said that his father, that terrifying Devil Lord who had crushed all beneath him, once lamented that Lu Ning had absolutely no talent for cultivation. Looking at it now, all his talent had probably been poured into breeding. Normally, a bloodline of this level producing one descendant in a thousand years would already be remarkable. Yet this fellow actually..." The woman sighed.
"So not only was he not at fault, his merits outweighed his failings?" A voice suddenly cut in, asking quietly.
The two of them were instantly scared out of their wits. They were spies who had infiltrated from another universe. If their identities were exposed, they would likely be surrounded and exterminated at once, with not even their souls able to escape.
Moreover, this method of communication was a soul-message channel bound only to the two of them. It was a special information channel built by sacrificing their lives, using the innate divine ability of a peculiar cosmic race.
Apart from the two of them, even experts several major realms stronger than they were could not detect it. Yet now... The two sprang from their seats as though struck by lightning, their gazes landing on a burly man who had abruptly appeared beside them.
"Who are you!?" A jade-green spike suddenly slid into the green-skirted woman's hand as she stared at the newcomer, every hair on her body standing on end.
The man's features were blurry. Even from only a few meters away, neither of them could make out his face no matter how hard they tried.
"I merely wanted to hear your assessment of Lu Ning." Lu Sheng smiled. "From the sound of it, he's done quite a few major things lately?"
The two exchanged a glance and did not dare speak further. Since the