Li Changsheng stared tensely at Wanrong upon the divine throne. At last, he could breathe a sigh of relief. When he turned to look at his younger sister, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Sometimes, he truly had no choice but to admire Changyao's courage. She really was fearless—she even had the leisure to smile at him before staring straight at Wanrong with utter calm. And when the chair behind her trembled from the force in Changyao's hand, he could even sense the completely unrestrained killing intent.
A large part of his tension actually came from his sister's audacity.
Yet Li Changsheng was even more surprised. Wanrong's strength had clearly exceeded his expectations. As for whether it had surpassed the elders' calculations, that was beyond his ability to know.
For these thousand years, he had been unable to take action. Tianli Hall had been left in Xinjue's care, while he spent most of his time mastering the Human Emperor Blood. He had wanted to secretly test himself against the elders, but they all said the Human Emperor Blood's abilities were too unfair. He had only fought Zhiheng once. That time, Zhiheng waited half a day for him to enter the Immortal Realm, only to be controlled by his [Human Emperor's Authority Eye] the moment he emerged and beaten senseless for no reason. After that, no one in the clan would pay him any mind. Now, he did not even know where his limits lay, much less have any standard by which to judge his strength.
As he was lost in thought, the Fire God startled him once more.
"What is your relationship with Jia Shou?"
At those words, Li Changsheng let out a dispirited breath. Before Wanrong, many things were no secret, so he could only answer, "Immortal Jia Shou