Xing Lan also felt deeply wronged. They had both called out two names—so why had he gotten beaten while Yue had not?
Of course, Xing Lan was not foolish enough to ask that question aloud.
Once the pain faded, Xing Lan returned before Wang Xian with an expression that plainly said, "I was wrong."
Yue nearly laughed at Xing Lan's expression.
One had to know that Xing Lan was one of the young masters of the Star God Race, and among the Xing Lan Clan's ten young masters, he was the one most likely to become the Xing Lan Clan's clan leader. Thus, whenever Xing Lan traveled through the Primal Starry Sky, he always maintained an exceptionally solemn demeanor and acted with great caution.
He represented the Star God Race's image, as well as its future. He had to consider every aspect of everything he did, and he was not even guaranteed to become the Star God Race's clan leader. Therefore, he could not do anything that might affect the Star God Race, or it would greatly reduce his chances of becoming its clan leader.
At that thought, the smile on Yue's face vanished. She truly felt somewhat sorry for Xing Lan.
At the same time, she felt even more fortunate that the God Race had only one young master.
However, when she thought of how the God Race's young master had been pushed into the position by the other candidates, she could not help wanting to laugh.
Members of other races racked their brains to become clan leaders, even going so far as to start civil wars and ally with external enemies. Yet the God Race's clan leaders were always pushed into the role by their fellow clanspeople. They were simply an oddity among countless races.
Of course, it