Jiang Shengjie looked completely dazed, his throat bobbing with difficulty, but he seemed unable to utter a single word. He could only mumble in disbelief to himself, "A-a celestial!? Ning Wangshu... is actually a celestial!? Impossible! This can't be!"
"If he really is a celestial, doesn't that mean even Shangqing Palace is far beneath him? Then even if I join Shangqing Palace, I'll never be able to compare to him in my entire life, will I?"
Jiang Shengjie found it hard to accept.
After successfully winning the recognition of Shangqing Palace's Tianyuan Spiritual Tablet, he had been incredibly arrogant and conceited—practically untouchable.
He had even gone out of his way to find Ning Wangshu and mock him, trying to humiliate him.
But now, the thought that Ning Wangshu might truly be a celestial—an existence far beyond even Shangqing Palace—filled Jiang Shengjie with a fierce sense of resentment and unwillingness.
At the same time, he felt an inexplicable sense of defeat and humiliation.
His face turned pale, then green!
If Ning Wangshu really was a celestial whom even all of Shangqing Palace combined couldn't begin to compare with, what had Jiang Shengjie been doing when he strutted up to Ning Wangshu and tried to humiliate him?
Making a fool of himself?
Perhaps, in Ning Wangshu's eyes, he really had been nothing more than a clown putting on a ridiculous show...
At the thought, Jiang Shengjie's face suddenly burned. He flushed scarlet, and even felt a faint pain, as if someone had slapped him hard across the face several times.
On the other side, Liu Qi and Ma Junfan were just as shocked, as was Shen Chuxia.
"H-holy crap! Brother Ning... he just said he's already a celestial!?" Liu Qi exclaimed, wide-eyed. His voice trembled with barely restrained excitement.
Ma Junfan was