"Strongest?"
Beneath the Dragon Apricot Tree sat a table and two cups of wine.
Xu Xiaoshou's will cut in. Holding his wine cup, he repeated the word, surprise coloring his voice.
He had not expected that, setting aside Erzhu, even Li Fugui would dare give such an assessment.
But...
Could "strongest" just be thrown around so casually? The last fellow who had called himself the "strongest Demi-Saint," some Heavenly Secret envoy or other, had already been reduced to bones and dust! Sitting across from him, Li Fugui warmed the wine as he declared with absolute certainty, "Yes, Master Shou. Cao Erzhu's assessment was not exaggerated in the slightest. Great Emperor Cangsheng truly deserved the word 'strongest' at present."
"And this 'strongest' does not merely apply downward. Even compared with the other Ten Seat Holders, he measured up."
Have you lost your mind? Xu Xiaoshou could not help looking toward distant Yujing City, suddenly wondering whether it had been inappropriate to put Li Fugui in charge of this area.
Look at what being cooped up had done to the kid—he was just spouting nonsense!
Yet Li Fugui's gaze neither flickered nor wavered.
He had originally been responsible for internal affairs. Years of intelligence work had forged his rigorous temperament—people could be killed recklessly, but words could not be spoken recklessly.
Even though they were now in the Apricot Realm, seemingly cut off from the outside world...
In truth, with the Apricot Realm Lord Seal Master Shou had given him, Li Fugui was practically half the lord of the Apricot Realm.
He could easily open a miniature passage for himself, allowing his communication pearl to connect with the outside world and keeping contact unbroken.
Besides, how long had Yujing City been in the Apricot Realm? How long had he, Li Fugui, been