He walked up to Luo Shang, ready to exchange a few pleasantries, but his gaze suddenly stopped.
Qian Daoliu's eyes fell on Luo Shang's forehead.
There was a small mark there, about the size of a fingernail: a little ice-blue sword, its blade etched with fine patterns and glowing faintly.
The light was so dim that it was nearly impossible to see unless you looked closely, but Qian Daoliu had noticed it.
His pupils contracted slightly, and a flicker of shock passed through his eyes.
A divine aura.
The aura clinging to that mark was divine.
Unlike the aura of destruction and life on Luo Yun, this one was much colder, as if it had been extracted from ice that had congealed for billions of years in the deepest reaches of the Far North.
Ice God.
The name flashed through Qian Daoliu's mind.
He had lived for over a hundred years and read countless ancient texts. He knew that beneath the Five Great God Kings were numerous First-Level Gods and Second-Level Gods.
The Ice God was one of them, wielding the power of Ultimate Ice. Legend had it that the Ice God lived in the Ice and Snow Temple in the Far North and never dealt with the outside world.
Had this Luo Shang fellow actually inherited a god's legacy too?
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, suppressing his shock.
He suddenly felt that he needed to revise his understanding of the world.
He had thought Luo Yun was a once-in-a-century genius, only to find that his father was also an inheritor of a god's legacy.
Bibi Dong, oh, Bibi Dong. You just had to provoke these people.
"Senior." Luo Shang's voice pulled Qian Daoliu from his thoughts.
Luo Shang cupped his hands slightly, respectful but not obsequious.
"I've long