The White Elephant King was cursing Shui Yingrong, and even more so, Yu Wangu.
What a load of nonsense about being a genius, about having limitless potential!
He'd led eight Sea Race cultivators of Commander Rank and nearly been wiped out by a Human Race cultivator in the Supernatural Inner Palace realm.
How could a terrifying powerhouse like the Blood King have such an incompetent descendant?
If word got back to the Cang Sea, the Blood King might well wish he could bring him back to life just to kill him with his own hands.
What a disgrace!
But who could guarantee the Blood King wouldn't take his anger out on them?
The White Elephant King drew back his massive hand and rested it on his knee.
"A Human Race prodigy who can rival Jiaoming..." he finally sighed.
Shui Yingrong needed a reason to cover up his desertion in the face of battle.
The White Elephant King also needed a reason to cover up the fact that he hadn't kept a close enough eye on him.
And so, a peerless prodigy like that had to exist.
Whether true or not, it was true.
If it wasn't true, then they'd make it true.
Even if it proved too false to make believable, and they couldn't make it true, Shui Yingrong would still be the one making outrageous claims. It would have nothing to do with the White Elephant King.
Ding Wei Floating Island.
Atop the high peak in the heart of the island, Ding Jingshan sat cross-legged, gazing into the distance. It was unclear what he was looking at.
A figure swiftly flew over and knelt in midair. "This subordinate... failed to find Jiang Wang."
Seeing Ding Jingshan still lost in thought, he couldn't help reminding him, "My lord?"