At her words, Zhao Xiaoxiang's gaze swept across the room, razor-sharp, as though it could pierce straight through the heart.
Yet Lord did not so much as blink. He met Zhao Xiaoxiang's gaze head-on, pure and candid.
If one could live, naturally no one wished to die.
But for a powerhouse like Lord, who had seen through the barriers of the heart, life and death were no longer so important. The will of a Saint transcended life and death, while someone like him revered only the Dao and himself.
He did not yearn for immortality; he sought only truth!
Yet that single sweep of her gaze made every powerhouse present feel its terrifying force.
At the same time, it made them even more curious just how many good things Zhao Cheng had given her for her to attain such cultivation in so short a time.
As for why Zhao Xiaoxiang had reacted so strongly, her thoughts were simple enough: she had to guard the family estate Zhao Cheng had left behind and allow no outsider to lay a finger on it.
And what was this family estate?!
In Zhao Xiaoxiang's understanding, it was precisely administrator privileges.
For so-called immortality was actually bound to the origin of the Blessed Grotto. To gain the effect of immortality, one had to bind oneself to that origin. In essence, this diluted the highest authority.
If too many administrator privileges were handed out, then one day, should people's hearts change, the Blessed Grotto might split apart—or even change hands.
If Zhao Cheng were the one in charge of the Blessed Grotto, naturally there would be no fear of such things. No matter how deeply they were bound, he could strip them of their standing or elevate them with a single thought. But Zhao Xiaoxiang did