At that moment, what Ji Ping unleashed was no longer the illusion he had painstakingly built up.
Fu Qian was absolutely certain that what he was experiencing was genuine Gray Descent.
It wasn't even that far behind Ji Xun and the others. There was even a faint hint of divinity to it.
Ji Xun was right. What they were witnessing was indeed more valuable than a demigod.
With a simple grafting procedure, an untalented family member could suddenly rise to the point of touching divinity.
For the Ji Clan, which had never had many members to begin with, this truly was a blessing. If they dared to think even bigger, they might even be able to mass-produce demigods.
Faced with such temptation, even knowing there might be risks, it was hard to resist giving it a try.
Especially since, at the moment, there didn't seem to be any problems.
But no one knew you better than your opponent.
Fu Qian had always been quite confident in the Native Council's technical prowess. He was more than eighty percent sure that his target was right here; it just wasn't easy to spot.
In that case, let's put it through a little stress test.
"Old Master Lu, how do you feel?"
Ji Xun and the others were also enveloped by the Gray Descent, and their attention was undoubtedly fixed on Fu Qian. Unable to hold back, Ji Xun asked him.
"We've checked again and again. This is indeed genuine Gray Descent. Even I couldn't have achieved this at his age."
There was no way they could work with the Native Council now. The risk was simply too high.
Ji Xun clearly hoped that the Rebirth Club would accept Ji Ping, who had returned from the brink of ruin. Better yet, they could use