"So, just how strong are you in your complete form?!"
Pity aside, Zhao Cheng had no intention of indulging anyone. The moment he sat down, he did not hesitate to needle her.
"Not that strong. Just strong enough to remain invincible in this world even while bearing the Heavenly Abyss on my back and dragging the Primordial Imperial City with one hand!"
Zhao Xiang gave Zhao Cheng a lofty, disdainful look.
If not for how childishly tiny she currently was, with not the slightest shred of imposing presence, she might actually have looked somewhat convincing.
"???"
Zhao Cheng was a little dumbfounded.
Hadn't they said that the only knowledge heroic spirits received about this era was common sense? Just what exactly had the world stuffed into his heroic spirit's head?!
Or were these things also considered common sense?!
"So, Zhao Cheng, as the old saying goes: a younger brother left untaught is his elder sister's fault. As your elder sister, I feel it is necessary to train you properly. I can't let you hold me back."
Zhao Xiang's solemn expression finally made Lu Xun and Gao Shou, seated beside them, lose their composure. They burst out laughing.
The two of them had witnessed Zhao Cheng's heroic spirit's growth firsthand. When she had first been summoned, she had called him "Brother" over and over, her eyes brimming with tears, nearly turning the whole thing into a massive family reunion. Yet in the blink of an eye, it had become "a younger brother left untaught is his elder sister's fault."
The contrast could not have been greater.
At first, the two of them had been somewhat envious. After all, how many people in this world did not want an obedient little sister? But now, they only wanted to laugh.
That obedient act