Zhong Hua, who had arrived ahead of time to make arrangements, had just received the news. Together with the Black-Bearded Elder and several other Silver Maple City nobles, he hurried out to welcome them.
He saw the scene from afar.
He had originally wanted to make a move and take down the arrogant Jin Qi.
But on second thought, it would be far more satisfying for Titan to take revenge personally against such a shameless wretch, so he let him go for now.
Afraid that Yue Yang, a descendant of the Eastern Hidden Race, might be provoked into anger, he immediately consoled him kindly. "Jin Qi is just a Clown. Let him strut around for two more days. At the evaluation tournament, we'll see who the champion truly belongs to! Brother Titan, if you can shift even a little of the creativity you used to create that Saint-grade quill pen into Battle Puppets or puppet beasts, Jin Qi wouldn't even be worthy to carry your shoes. What the hell is he?"
Zhong Hua was absolutely qualified to look down on Jin Qi, and he did not consider the development of a Saint-grade quill pen to be any sort of weak point.
That was Saint-grade—a Saint-grade treasure with its own consciousness, created directly. Who else had that ability?
And it had been done with a mere quill pen.
Did they really think it was that simple? If one thought a little deeper, Titan, as the owner of Star Diamond Castle, could already develop a Saint-grade quill pen. Wouldn't that mean he might be able to develop Saint-grade Battle Puppets in the future? Who dared say it was impossible? A man who could turn a quill pen into a Saint-grade treasure—was he someone Jin Qi and his ilk could mock? Even that