And he was extremely timid.
Back then, the two of them had no choice but to flee separately to survive.
Countless years had passed, and they still hadn't seen each other again.
Even when they occasionally sensed each other's presence,
they always let it go after only a brief moment.
Knowing the other was doing well was enough.
After all, both of them carried an enormous burden.
If the two of them reunited,
their enemies might wipe them both out in one fell swoop.
That would truly be a disaster.
They hadn't seen each other since then.
Cai Feng had heard Kong Xuan mention this younger brother many times.
Cai Feng often comforted Sister Kong Xuan.
She reassured her that her younger brother would be fine.
At least he was still alive.
But as she watched the image in the sky,
Cai Feng couldn't help rolling her eyes.
She even felt as though she might faint.
Was this the weakling Kong Xuan had spoken of?
Was this the little brother who often cried, according to Kong Xuan?
No matter how she looked at him, he didn't match the image Kong Xuan had described.
Just look at that figure blotting out the sky and sun. How magnificent and powerfully built he was.
His pair of golden wings glided through the sky like heavenly blades.
They seemed sharper than any magical treasure in the world.
And then there were those claws, gleaming with endless cold light.
They looked capable of tearing through anything.
On top of that, he had made it onto the Battle Power Ranking.
And he ranked sixty-first.
What did that mean?
Setting aside the powerhouses at the Sage level,
this powerhouse ranked among the top forty in the Primordial Chaos World.
Could someone like that really be called weak?