"Now that you've seen him in person, what do you think of him?" Li Xuan stood in a tall building, looking down at Qin Wangchuan. Then he turned to Chu Wujiu beside him and asked.
"Mm..." Chu Wujiu lay lazily on the ground, one hand pillowed behind his head.
With his other hand, he idly tossed a copper coin.
He narrowed his eyes and studied Qin Wangchuan for a moment. A playful smile curled his lips. "Seems he really is just as I thought. Nothing special."
The copper coin chimed as it flew up, then landed in his palm.
Chu Wujiu added nonchalantly, "I can beat him."
Li Xuan didn't question him. He merely gave the seemingly carefree man beside him a meaningful look. After all, three days ago, he had personally witnessed Chu Wujiu subdue a thousand-year-old Chi Dragon on the verge of transforming into a horned dragon with one hand.
"This Secret Realm... should be quite interesting."
In another, exquisitely carved pavilion, a young man in a plain white robe leaned against the railing.
His fingertips brushed the ancient bronze token hanging at his waist, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Wangchuan in the distance.
"Hidden for a thousand years in Qingming, one thought can set mountains and rivers ablaze."
"After hiding away for countless years, we should finally see the strength of this so-called Imperial Clan." The young man murmured to himself. A green jade divination slip in his sleeve silently crumbled to dust. "The Qin Clan's Ninth Young Master... will make a fine stepping stone."
In the shadows behind him, an old man bowed. "Young Master, the Old Ancestor instructed—"
"I know." The young man raised a hand to cut him off. A wisp of eerie blue flame suddenly ignited on his jade-white fingertip. "But it's