Everyone broke out in a cold sweat over Yue Yang. They truly could not imagine that there was someone in this world who did not even know how battle beast strength was classified.
Forget adults—even an eight-year-old child knew these things.
Ye Kong, however, had a different thought. He felt that the Yue Family's Third Young Master was called trash not because he truly was useless, but because the world had misunderstood him.
Perhaps this Third Young Master was usually too absorbed in the family's puppet-making arts, or perhaps he had buried himself in cultivating the Yue Family's battle techniques and paid no attention to the Contract Tome or contracted battle beasts, neglecting them too much. That was why the world saw him as trash. Of course, it might also have been internal exclusion within the family; perhaps no one had told him anything about battle beasts. Thus, in the eyes of ordinary people, this outstanding Third Young Master had become a useless fool who did not even understand basic common sense.
After spending only two short days with him, Ye Kong felt that the Yue Family's Third Young Master was not only not trash, but a deeply hidden genius.
He himself had once been called a genius, but compared to him, he was ashamed enough to blush.
Even himself at the height of his glory two years ago seemed like nothing beside him.
In Dragon Valley, when he first saw that sea of insects stretching across the mountains and fields, his legs had gone weak with terror. Yet this Yue Family Third Young Master, whom the world called trash, had boldly decided to charge straight through it—and had even passed through without a scratch... Here in the Star Domain, Ye Kong had only decided to enter the Twelve Zodiac