Reunion I

Mu Rong felt as though her eighty years of experience had all been lived by a dog.

If Lu Sheng had not mentioned it, she would never have remembered that the child before her was only ten this year.

Mu Rong glanced at the dazed disciples of the sect hall in the distance. If Pang Si Cheng truly took Tang Qingqing away, then she would have utterly disgraced the Supreme Oneness Sect.

But if she really tried to stop him, his force was not much weaker than hers—he was practically at the level of a Martial Emperor. Wait! A Martial Emperor?!

Mu Rong's expression changed sharply, and the way she looked at Lu Sheng changed as well.

A ten-year-old Martial Emperor?? Was this child going to defy the heavens?!

There had been some peerless prodigies throughout history, blessed with Innate Divine Strength, but none had been this outrageous.

Just as she hesitated inwardly, Lu Sheng suddenly stamped forward. The ground exploded with shattered stone and dirt. White floor tiles burst beneath his foot, spraying rubble in every direction.

Using the recoil, Lu Sheng shot upward, passing Mu Rong's side in the blink of an eye.

Mu Rong reached out to stop him, but at the thought of Pang Yuan Jun, her heart trembled after all, and she did not truly make a move.

Pang Yuan Jun alone was terrifying enough. Now there was also his son, Pang Si Cheng, born with Innate Divine Strength. The Green Dew Altar was currently blazing like the midday sun, far beyond anything the other sixteen sects could compare to.

That moment of hesitation gave Lu Sheng the best possible opportunity. In an instant, he darted into the distance. Like a great roc spreading its wings, he carried Tang Qingqing on his shoulder and swiftly